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“You’re in love with him.” It wasn’t a question.
Kinsley didn’t hesitate to nod. “I am… But it’s not me he wants. It’s you. I knew it the moment he first laid eyes on you that day in the cafeteria, when you bumped into him and made him spill his lunch all over the floor. You may not be all spiritual and shit like I am, but you have this insanely intense and beautiful aura that just draws people in. I mean, you practically have all three of them wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even realize it.”
Her words had my heart thumping wildly through my chest. Little did Kinsley know; I had realized it. When Rhett told me he loved me, I knew just from the look in his eyes that he was serious. And after what happened between me and Phantom at the tattoo shop, the talk we had… And then those stupidly selfish encounters I had with Isaac…
Fuck.
I didn’t know what the hell they wanted from me. So many emotions swirled through my head, I truly couldn’t make heads or tails of any of this shit. This was just some random hole I’d never intended to dig, much less fuck around and make the mistake of getting stuck in.
Soon.
I’d figure it all out soon, after Saturday’s meeting with Damien.
There were far more important matters I had to tackle first.
It was quiet for a long time until Kinsley finally pulled up and into the driveway of an exquisite three-story mansion about thirty minutes later. It was so breathtaking my mouth couldn’t help but plunge to the floorboard.
“Here we are,” Kinsley said with a fond smile on her face. “Home sweet home.”
Sinclair’s territory was basically in the boondocks and just like Xavier’s home, it was surrounded by woods, only the land and property itself was much, much larger. Gorgeous rose bushes guarded the stone-paved driveway. The house was painted pale white but the roof, trimming, columns, and two outer balconies spread along the upper levels were black, with stunning rose-carved rails I could visibly see from inside the car. Only one other vehicle was in the driveway, an expensive limousine with illegally tinted windows. Then again, why would the tint matter? I was in a new place and for all I knew at the moment, inside enemy territory. I had no idea how the rules applied here. If anything, I imagined it was likely the same here as it was in Outlaw and Ravager territory. No rules applied as long as you were considered…home.
My stomach tightened at the thought, and fear raced through my blood, instinctively forcing one hand under my shirt to fist a blade and the other on a sneaky mission for my phone. Even I wasn’t dumb enough to completely dismiss the fact that beingvaluablewas not necessarily a good thing, especially when it came down to the corrupt lords of Storm Ridge Valley.
And now I’d just recklessly run off to fucking meet with one.
Someone who knows exactly who I am.
Someone who’d kidnap and purposely dangle me around on a hook if he so desired.
Kinsley said nothing else and got out of the car when she parked. Expecting a fuck ton of security to be manning the place, I carefully surveyed my surroundings, surprised to find not a single soul in sight. I’d contemplated whether it would be not so much smarter but safer for me to ding one of the Ravagers with my location. But then horrible images of the trio, Phantom mostly, wreaking havoc and committing mass murder invaded my brain, reeling those thoughts out to hang up and forever dry. There was a fifty-fifty chance I was walking out unharmed, or at all. In a game of cards, odds like that had to be a gamblers worst fucking nightmare.
After hesitating another minute, I finally got out, keeping pace with Kinsley as she approached the front door and pulled out a small set of keys. The door popped open before she could ever get the correct one in the lock.
“Well done, Kinsley,” a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair—and who literally fucking reeked of cigars—said with a dark smile on his face. “You’ve made me very proud.”
“Samara,” Kinsley said as she stepped to the side, gesturing a hand towards her father who was wearing the black suit and white tie attire, staring fondly at me. “Allow me to formally introduce you to Jerimiah Sinclair. Daddy, this is Samara, Niccolò’s daughter.”
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but Jerimiah coming forward and wrapping me in a deep embrace, was not it.
“It’s so good to finally meet you, Samara.” He pulled back, his dark eyes sweeping over me. “My god, you look just like Lily.”
My heart skipped a beat.Mom.“You-you knew my mother?”
Jerimiah nodded and offered me a sweet, innocent smile. “I did. It may be hard to believe, but I am in fact a very close friend of your family, Samara, your father especially. That’s why Iinvited you here.” He stepped to the side then and politely waved me in. “Please, come in and make yourself at home.”
Kinsley disappeared from my sight. When I walked in, I took in the gorgeous, marbled flooring and the extreme full-open layout, my eyes saucer wide. My fingers inched away from my blades as I did another sweep over the place. The living room was big enough to fit the space of two master bedrooms. It had two full sectionals, was dressed in posh curtains and other expensive antiques, and had the biggest flat screen I’d ever seen in my life hanging against the wall. There was a small bar too—and after doing a double take, I found Kinsley there stealing a bottle of spiced rum. The dining room was smothered in Thanksgiving decorations. Hell, the table was longer than fifty…no, maybe a thousand dicks long.
Better yet,why the hell am I thinking about dick right now?
“Kinsley tells me you’ve recently discovered your father’s identity,” Jerimiah said as he sat down on the sectional, his hands folded neatly in his lap.
“Yes,” I answered as I sat down across from him, meeting his gaze. “Niccolò Antolini Jr… My whole life I was made to believe his name was Nicholas Campbell.”
“And how do you feel now that you’ve learned the truth?”
I scoffed at him. Was he fucking serious? “How do you think I feel? I’m hurt. Fucking devastated. Confused, more than anything.”
Jerimiah nodded thoughtfully. “You have every right to be upset. I imagine life hasn’t been very kind to you since he disappeared.”
