Page 67 of Sins of our Fathers


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He nods his head toward the corpse at my feet.

“Don’t say I told you so,” I blurt before he can say a word. His mouth curves up, and he doesn’t say anything.

“You came back,” I say, the same thing I said to him a month ago when he visited me.

His body tightens, and the nod he gives me is curt.

“I did.”

Unease sits heavy in the air between us. My eyes dart to the pregnancy test sitting in the bathroom behind me. I step out into the bedroom, closing Hannah and the positive test behind me. A line of blood pours under the door.

My movements are slow as I approach, the chain dragging on the floor behind me forgotten. As I get closer, I see the uneasy expression on Sin’s face.

“Why are you here?” I finally ask, not really sure what else to say when I stop a few feet away from him. I wonder for a moment if Kris wasn’t lying, and if he’s here to kill me. But if so, why wait a month? Why come back at all?

“I came to finish the job I was hired to do and take out CASH-ULTY,” he answers darkly. I swallow deeply and nod. He gives me a strange look.

“You accept this?” He takes a step toward me, and I feel a light quiver run through my body at his proximity. All my nerves are alight with him so close.

One of my favorite Russian authors, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, one said, “We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”

When I met Sin, he called to my very being so strongly and immediately that I knew there was something there. Knowing what I do now, that he’s actually the brother I loved and connected with, that he was the one who saved me and made my virginity my choice instead of something on an auction block … it changes things.

Everything makes so much more and so much less sense.

It’s wrong, I know it is, but I want him.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

My nostrils flare, my throat threatening to close as I try to speak. Clearing my throat, I try again.

“I want to help. I need to get close to Krystof.”

For a moment, he doesn’t do anything. My brow knits into a frown, and I open my mouth, but before I can speak again, a rumbling laugh erupts from his chest. I watch, baffled as he doubles over.

“Out of all the fucking things,” he says between laughs, shaking his head as he slaps his thigh.

With the manacles, I can’t put my hands on my hips but do my best to cross them across my chest.

“And what the fuck is so funny about that?” I bristle.

The laughs taper off though the humor is still on his face. He brings a hand up to my chin, the smile remaining on his face softer than I’m used to seeing on him.

“Some things never change,” he says softly.

“What do you mean?”

Leaning down, he plants a kiss just beside my mouth. I feel my entire body flush at the contact, and for a moment, I forget to breathe until I hear a click. I look down in surprise as one of the manacles clicks free, a small key sitting in the lock.

“I mean, you’re still the brazen, vengeful little bitch I grew up with. And thank fuck for that.” He nods at the locks. “And use something harder next time. Those keys are easy to get a hold of. Get the rest of that shit off. We’ve got work to do.”

Chapter 41

Sin

I watchas she removes the chains, swallowing the lump in my throat. She looks pale and a bit unwell, but the look of determination on her face as she curses at the locks are reassuring.

Not that Ishouldcare.

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