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“I… We… I mean–”
Chanel cuts in and saves me from floundering and making a dick of myself. “Enough.” Her father scowls down at her but she ignores him as she looks to me. “I want all the evidence you have against my family. I kept my word and placed a call to have your family relocated which has raised a shit load of questions from my own family.” Regret churns inside me as a look of unease crosses her face.
“Sin–” I start but Vincent cuts me off.
“Sin?” He stares down at his daughter. She looks up at her father and frowns. “How the fuck does he know what Royal and the twins call you?” he growls.
She darts her tongue out to moisten her lips, and fuck me if my cock doesn’t stir in my jeans as memories of what she can do with that tongue flash through my mind.
“Technically,heis the one who started calling me Sin first.” Vincent’s eyes narrow as he looks at me.
“Just how fucking friendly were you two?” he grits out through clenched teeth.
“Dad–”
“Quiet, Chanel,” he roars.
“Don’t talk to her like that!” I shout. The frown on Vincent’s face vanishes as he takes a step forward. Chanel darts in front of her father with her back toward me and a hand pressed against his chest.
CHANEL
I stare up at my father pleading with him to remain calm. I know this whole situation is fucked up and a lot for him to handle… Shit, it’s a lot for me to handle!
“Move,” Dad grits out. I shake my head. I feel Kacey at my back and close my eyes praying that he will be smart enough to sense the danger he is in, but clearly he isn’t that smart.
“Step aside, Sin,” he whispers. I peer over my shoulder at him and shoot him a look.
“Shut up, unless you want to die tonight.”
“Answer my fucking question,” Dad snarls, drawing both our attention back to him. I flinch at the angry tone of his voice, but he needs to realize I am not an eight-year-old child anymore—I’m a woman.
“What do you want me to say?” I snap.
“Did you fuck him before or after you knew he was a fucking fed?” he shouts right in my face. My breath hitches as my own father stares down at me in disgust. I loathe to admit I can feel tears pricking the backs of my eyes, but I fight them back… I will never allow anyone to see me cry! Kacey grips my waist and anchors me to his front. I’m too focused on my father to even comprehend what he is doing.
“Your daughter was never just some fling to me,” Kacey grits out. There is only an inch of height difference between him and my dad—being sandwiched between the two of them is not my idea of a good time.
“She may not have known who you were, but I can guarantee you knew exactly who she was. Do you even care that she has risked her own life to help you?” Dad doesn’t give Kacey a chance to answer. “You get her those files before we leave tomorrow night. Because of you she now needs to go back and face the wrath of her Don.” Dad steps closer and leans forward so he is a hair's breadth away from Kacey’s face. “If my nephew doesn’t forgive her for this indiscretion and chooses to take action against her, I will make sure your entire family is reunited in hell while you watch.” He doesn’t wait for a response, just turns on his heels and stalks off back toward the car. It takes me a minute to gather myself before I pull away from Kacey, and turn to face him and his friends.
“Chanel–” I raise my hand stopping Kacey.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear anymore bullshit from you. Get me the files, Kacey, then please… let me go. This is a job for you,” He frowns, “but for me, this is my fucking life!” I run a hand through my hair and shake my head. “I betrayed the one person I swore I never would for you.”
“I never asked you to save my family!” he defends.
Staring up into the blue eyes of the man I thought I would bring home to my family has an ache forming in my chest.
“You didn’t have to ask. Unlike you, I would never use your family against you to manipulate you into doing my bidding. Get me the files, Kacey, and then we are done for good.” I turn to leave but his words stop me.
“I’m sorry, Chanel.” I slowly turn back to face him.
“Your words mean nothing to me, don’t you get it?” I shout, waving my arms around. “I should have fucking killed you two years ago!” He reels back a step at the venom in my voice. “I let my feelings for you cloud my judgment and because of that stupid fucking error my parents are going to have to bury their only child.” His eyes darken to the point they almost look black. He darts and grips the back of my neck, pulling me in close so he can rest his head against mine.
“Tell me how to fix this,” he murmurs quietly.
“Chanel!” My father’s voice booms in the quiet of the early morning. I free myself of Kacey’s hold and smile sadly up at him. I wish I could regret ever meeting the asshole but truth is, I can’t because loving him made me who I am today.
“Goodbye, Kacey Vaughn,” I say as I turn and head toward my father.
