Sinner’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why would you want that?”
“I never said I wanted it. She’s my mom, and I want her to be with someone who respects her. Not someone who hands her to his perverted friends to rape.” I shrug my shoulders, granting him another sugary-sweet smile. “But she’s an adult. She makes her own decisions. And for some unknown reason, you’re what she wants.”
An arrogant smile spreads across his mouth. I’m not surprised he’s fallen for the bullshit because he really does believe his own press.
“You said you had an update in relation to the commissioner,” Saint says, gripping the armrests hard. “Let’s hear it.”
“Always so impatient.” Sinner tut-tuts, reaching into the top drawer of his desk, removing a pair of plastic gloves. He puts them on before extracting a small brown envelope from the same drawer, passing it across the desk to me. “The instructions are in there. The commissioner is opening a new wing at the Lowell Public Library on Saturday afternoon. A friend owns a private apartment building directly across from the library, and the rooftop garden is the perfect vantage point. You can take him out and then escape through the rear access gate which is only for employees. I’ve included the codes to his security system so Theo can disable it.”
I tuck the envelope in the back pocket of my jeans, nodding.
“Go to the warehouse and take whatever weapon and artillery you need,” he adds, directing that statement at his son.
“Lo has her own equipment,” Saint confirms.
“I bet she does.” Sinner taps his fingers off his chin, staring at me. “Don’t fuck this up. And don’t even think about double-crossing me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I lie.
“Lo is done with initiation when she kills him,” Saint reminds him, gripping the armrests tighter.
“That’s already agreed,” he says, as if his word can be trusted. We all know he can change his mind in an instant.
“What’s happening with The Arrows?” Saint asks.
“The shipment is due in tonight. We have a crew lined up to tail them. Then we hit the warehouse Friday night. I expect all of you to be there.”
“We’ll be there,” Saint says, standing and pulling me to my feet.
“Tell your mother she can’t hide from me forever.” Sinner scrubs his prickly jawline. “I’ll give her some space, but if she takes too long, I’m coming for her. There is no place she can hide that I won’t find her.”
A nasty shiver crawls up my spine, and I don’t even dignify that with a response.
Saint has his hand on the door handle when Sinner calls out one final time. “Son?”
Saint grits his teeth before hurriedly composing himself. He turns around, feigning disinterest.
“Let’s make Saturday a family affair.” He grins manically. “Take Bryant with you.”
CHAPTER 38
“HOW THE FUCKdoes he know about me?” Bry rubs a hand down his face while pacing the floor in front of the fireplace. We updated Theo, Caz, and Galen, when they arrived home after school, while we were waiting for Bryant to show up. It’s his first time at the barn, but we’re low on places to meet. Besides, everything is out on the table now, and he shares a bloodline with Saint, so the trust issue is pretty much a non-issue at this point.
“Sinner has informants everywhere.” Theo crosses his feet at the ankles.
“Then how come he hasn’t found the Leydon evidence that was stolen from him?” Bry asks.
“Maybe he’s perpetuating that lie because it suits him. Maybe he already has it back in his possession,” I suggest as the thought occurs to me.
“And you killing the commissioner ends the threat once and for all,” Saint adds, dragging his hands through his hair. “Fuck, you could be on to something.”
I place my hand on his thigh, squeezing in understanding.
Trying to figure out who is playing who and why is starting to give me a permanent headache too.
“Does he know about Howie?” Bry inquires. Concern stretches across his face.
“That’s probably how he made the connection,” Saint surmises.
