Page 19 of Sinner's Obsession

“Don’t you know who I am? Don’t be stupid.”

I take my mask off, and the idiot actually looks relieved, and I smirk.

“Kieran, what are you doing in my house?”

“Taking something I want.”

“What could you possibly...?” He keels over and laughs. “You’re as stupid as your father. I almost respected you. I guess you’re still a boy led by his dick than the man you want to appear to be.”

He relaxes on his bed. I play with my knife and his eyes twitch.

“Don’t do anything foolish. Bring her back. She’s not yours.”

I lean over him, staring him down. Don’t give your enemies words, they hang on them like druggies hanging on every small hit.

“Kieran.”

This tactic always works.

“I am sure we can work something out.”

“How much did Delaney pay for her?”

“Ten million.”

Ten million for someone who’s priceless. My fingers around the knife itch to plunge it in his throat and bleed him out. “Aurora’s mine now.”

Fury dots his cheeks in angry red stripes.

“I might forget this indiscretion of yours for the sake of my son, but if you go through with this, I won’t.”

“Old man, you can’t get to me. You have other things to worry about, like what Delaney will do when he finds out.”

“I will tell him you’re behind this.”

“Do that, but know he comes after my wife.”

“Don’t you dare make her your whore,” he spits out, foam coating the corners of his mouth.

I press the side of the knife to his neck, barely restraining myself not to slash through his skin. My nostrils flare. He flinches, aware that I’m losing my composure. He has never been more than a daddy’s boy with a god complex.

“I can get to you anytime I want. This is your warning.”

“He’ll kill me. Let’s remain civil and talk this through.” His request for civility unleashes a fresh wave of fury. I guess he didn’t feel chivalrous enough when he killed my father.

“You don’t have anything to give me. Don’t you know I don’t take on broke clients?”

He gulps and sputters like an engine on its last life. “How do you know?”

I smirk, my patience at its wits’ end. I push myself off and strap my knife at my side.

“If I go down, boy, I will drag you with me.”

“Try, old man. But if I were you, I would start appeasing Delaney.”

“If it’s the last thing I do, she won’t be yours.”

My head falls back and laughter explodes from my lungs.

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