Page 45 of Heartless Sinner

My first thought was Daphne, not where I’d stand in line with him at the altar.

Daphne would obviously be a bridesmaid. Probably Blair’s maid of honor. Which meant some asshole would get to walk her down the aisle.

I crushed the end of my blunt against the ashtray harder than necessary.

Absolutely fucking not.

“If Daphne’s there, I’m the one walking down the fucking aisle with her.”

“Dude, let us get engaged first before you start barking out demands like some rabid dog guarding his favorite toy.”

“Just protecting my soon-to-be Fawn.”

He grunted. “Now, back to Cory.”

“Fuck Cory. I’m ready to kill that bastard.”

“He still wants Daphne. Submit your claim. He’s baiting you now.” Enzo sighed. “Hell if I know why. I don’t understand the appeal of the mouthy brat, but you idiots seem obsessed with her.”

Daphne moaning my name played through my head again.

She’d been thinking about me.

Not Cory. Me.

No other man would ever see her like that.

I wished the guy who’d planted the cameras in her room had angled one closer to the bed, so I could’ve seen more.

“You have an hour to put the submission in.” Enzo’s voice cut through my Daphne thoughts. “I can only cover for you for so long before everyone realizes you weren’t the first to choose her.”

“Cory is a fucking Prospect. No one gives a fuck about him.”

“He might only be a Prospect, but his father is a prime minister.”

“Can’t I just kill him?” I asked with a groan.

“Absolutely not. And you need to start tolerating him because he’s about to become a Son. His Initiation is next week.”

“Can I be in the ring during his Initiation?”

“Fine by me.”

“Perfect.”

The call ended, and I pulled Daphne’s feed back up. Cory was standing in her fucking room. I cranked up the volume to hear him inviting her to some yacht party.

She fucking accepted.

I’d deal with Cory later.

First, I needed the details on that yacht party.

Four hours later, I met with King Vermont. By the end of our meeting, I’d scored an invitation to dinner and the seat beside Daphne.

The prime minister grimaced. He’d been wearing that same constipated ass look since I arrived.

Fuck him.