Page 25 of Sawyer

Sin looks over his shoulder, his wavy hair floating around his face. Shrugging, he turns back to me. “He deserved it.”

A moan breaks the moment between us, and Rumor calls out, “He’s waking up.”

“Come on, princess, let’s see what Tomi has to say.” He rolls back on his booted feet and spins around to crawl to Tomi on the floor, just as he opens his eyes. He presses his cheek to the floor to stare at Tomi eye-to-eye. “There you are, drumstick. Come on now, join the party.”

“Come here, baby girl.” Rumor reaches out to me.

I place my hand in his, and he lifts me up and carries me over Roger’s motionless and bleeding form on the floor.

He just killed a man for me.

Don’t be foolish. He didn’t do it just for you. He did it because he pissed him off.

“Wake up, little boy,” Sin sings and lifts Tomi up by the collar to set him on a chair. Blood oozes from a wound on his temple, dripping down his round face to splatter on his black silk shirt, where it soaks in, hardly leaving a trace. Sin slaps him a few times.

“What? You!” Tomi squawks, trying to push away, but it makes him teeter. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Who? Me?” Sin chuckles. “I go where I’m needed.”

“You were sitting in my bar, high as fuck all night,” Tomi slurs. “Imagine what the monarch would have to say about one of his heirs passed out in a strip club.”

“You idiot.” Sin rolls his eyes and glances at me, winking. “You missed him. Tattling on me isn’t the threat you think it is.”

Tomi’s face falls, and he looks over at me and Rumor, who still holds me close, then his eyes fall on Roger, who’s dead on the floor.

“You killed him!”

“Is he always this whiny?” Sin flicks him in the head. “Money.” He flattens his palm and brings all his fingers in to signal Tomi to hand over cash. “Everything she earned, give it up.”

“Hell no!” Tomi snarls, nearly falling out of his chair.

“You underestimate the amount of fucks I give about you.” Sin grips the back of his neck. “Where’s her money?”

Not the money, but her money.

“Stay here.” Rumor pushes me to the side and steps over Roger, grabbing all my stuff and handing it to me.

I’m still holding my damn pants to my chest.

“What’s it matter to you?” Tomi sneers.

“Everything.” Sin slams Tomi’s head into the makeup station as fast as he replies, “Oops.”

“Fucking hell, you’re going to kill me!”

“That is the point.”

“What? You can’t.”

“Really, at this point, I’m just asking you for the sake of the lady.” Sin laughs.

“She’s no fucking lady. She’s a whore, just like the rest of them. You are wasting your time with a bitch with a stretched out pussy. You want a gamma to take your knot, then—”

A gunshot echoes in the space, and another scream parts my lips as I stare in shock as Tomi slumps forward against the station, blood splattering across the mirror.

Ever so slowly, I turn to Rumor, who is just putting his gun back in his holster. “I’d rather find it myself,” he mutters.

“Dammit, I was just starting to enjoy myself,” Sin mumbles. “He was also hiding information.”

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