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“Are you surethis is wise? Maybe we should drop by school and pick the others up?” I suggest, glancing at Saint from the passenger seat of my Lexus. He insisted on driving, and I didn’t argue, because he needs to take back control, and I’ll do what I can to help him feel more secure in himself.
“Sinner’s issue is with you and me. Let’s leave them out of it.”
I nod, trusting him to play this the right way.
Sleek, freshly washed and dried hair falls over my shoulder as I peer out the window, watching the landscape flash by. The rain eventually stopped in the middle of the night, but large puddles fill the potholes in the road, and moisture clings to the grass and tips of the trees as we drive the long way around Prestwick Forest.
Saint parks directly outside Sainthood HQ, cutting the engine. “Follow my lead in there, but…intervene if I lose my temper.”
I stretch over the console and kiss him. “I’ve got your back, and you’ll keep your cool.”
We walk hand in hand inside the enemy’s lair, taking the stairs two at a time until we reach the upper level where the offices and meeting rooms are.
Saint raps on his father’s office door twice before opening it.
A naked blonde with giant fake tits is bouncing on Sinner’s cock like it’s a new sport. Glancing over her shoulder, she licks her lips as her gaze roams Saint. “Wanna join in?” she asks, deliberately ignoring my presence. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a father and son.”
Sinner sits back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head, flaunting that shit-eating grin I hate so much.
Saint smirks, slinging his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in close. “Nah. I don’t fuck nasty whores. Got my queen right here, and she’s the real deal.”
“Unlike your plastic tits,” I deadpan, while she continues bouncing on Sinner’s dick like they don’t have an audience. Sinner makes no move to get rid of her, grabbing her hips and slamming her down harder on his cock. She moans on cue, and I roll my eyes. “Welp, it seems you’re over my mother.” I grace him with a sickly-sweet fake smile, knowing this will push him into action. “So, we don’t need to talk.” I move to turn around. “We’ll let you get back to her piss-poor replacement.”
“Ow!” The woman cries as Sinner flings her off his dick, sending her tumbling to the ground.
“Get the fuck out,” he roars, not even looking at her as he stands. His gross dick is still hard, bobbing against his toned stomach. The woman grabs her clothes from the floor, clutching them to her chest, shoving against us in her haste to exit the room. Saint slams the door shut after her with his booted foot.
Sinner stares at me as he slowly bends, pulling his jeans up his legs, taking his sweet-ass time tucking his disgusting cock away.
I honestly think he thinks I’m into him.
There are no words.
Plastering a bored look on my face, I hold his stare as he gets dressed, refusing to let him get to me.
“Sit,” he snaps, thrusting his dirty-blond hair back off his face before reclaiming his seat. We take seats in front of his desk, side by side, leaning back casually, both eyeballing the bastard, waiting for him to make a move. “Where is your mother?!” he shouts. A vein throbs in his neck, and his muscles strain with tension.
“I don’t know,” I truthfully reply.
The desk rattles when Sinner thumps his fist on the wood. “Stop. Lying. I know you know. That you helped her.” He glares at Saint. “And you!” He jabs his finger in his son’s direction. “Have you forgotten where your loyalties lie, boy?”
Saint digs his nails into his thigh. “Hardly. We took care of the scene, didn’t we?”
That was for Mom’s benefit, but Sinner’s arrogant enough to believe that falsehood.
Spit flies out of Sinner’s mouth, and his nostrils flare as he leans across the desk, pinning me with a lethal look. “I’d put money on you being the one who put ideas in Giana’s head. She’d never pull a gun on me without provocation.”
Laughter spills from my lips. “You clearly don’t know my mother at all, because I had nothing to do with that.”
“You should be thanking Lo,” Saint says. “She’s the one who stopped Giana from pulling the trigger.”
Sinner scoffs. “Giana would never have pulled the trigger. She loves me.”
I don’t correct him, because that will only cause an argument. I want this conversation over so we can get out of here before his son pulls the trigger. Saint promised he would cage his rage, but his pain is raw, and coming here today was risky. However, we knew Sinner would only come to us, and it’s better to be in control and prepared. I’m also hoping to manipulate him a little so he doesn’t go searching for Mom.
“If you love her as you say you do, you should give her some space. She’ll come back to you when she’s ready,” I lie.
