Page 103 of Holy Sinner

Grant and I stare at the light. Something isn’t right.

The intuition that’s kept us both from getting caught is buzzing like a live wire. I know it’s working overtime for him like it is for me. When Grant leaves the path to circle the building, I go with him. We are not fucking taking that front door, not until we know what we’re walking into. This shit smells like a set up.

We move along the front of the building and drop down when windows come into sight. We stop there and I look over the edge to see if I can clock the space but there’s boxes in the way. “You see anything?”

I shake my head. “Too much shit in the way. We have to keep going. Let’s go around the back.”

Grant sets off again. He keeps his body bent low, one hand trailing along the building as he goes. I move with him, careful to keep my eyes on our rear. The fucker who gets the jump on us is going to have to earn it.

When we come to the next window, Grant stops and I look inside. This time I see figures. It’s hard to see from the angle and I can’t see Kit but what I can see is a woman being held by a man, their backs to us and the light glints off something in his hand.

A gun.

That fucker has a gun to her head.

It’s Alana. If it was Kit, I’d lose it.

He jerks Alana and the moment he moves, I realize who it is.

“It’s Jax,” I tell Grant when he looks at me.

“I knew I didn’t like that cunt.”

I nod but don’t say anything else. I’m trying to get a different angle to take in the room. If it’s Jax then Scott has to be close. They wouldn’t do anything without the other. We let the wolves right into the hen house when we let Holly saddle us with the bodyguards. Anger burns hot in me but I tamp it down. I edge closer but there’s no way to get a better look at the room from where we are.

I motion to Grant that we need to move on. I hate leaving the window because even if I can’t see her I know she’s there. Grant looks pissed that we’re leaving the window but nods and continues on down the length of the building. Judging by where the first window was and this one, the next one should give us a better look if there isn’t shit in front of it. I think about the door as we move. It was open–a trap to be sure but if there isn’t another way inside we’ll have to take it to get in. When we get to the next window we catch a break.

I can see Kit.

I can also see Scott’s dumb ass now. He’s yapping and pointing at a chest freezer, but I’m not looking at that, I'm looking at Kit. She looks like she wants to throw up. The chest freezer is open and she can’t look away from whatever is inside. Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn’t let them fall. Kit puts a hand on the edge of the freezer and takes a deep breath but a second later she spins away from it to look at someone. I look with her and see Alexia. What the fuck is the stylist doing here?

The last time I saw her she was talking to Grant about Jane. She looked scared and worried that day but that’s not what I see on her face now. She’s smug. I know that look anywhere. Like she has the moral high ground with what’s going on. None of that makes sense because I can tell she’s with Jax and Scott.

Whatever is happening here she’s on the wrong side but she doesn’t see it that way. She thinks she’s doing the right thing. The sneer she sends to Kit sets me into motion.

“Come on,” I say, motioning for Grant to follow me. We’re going to have to go inside the front door. There's no way around it. I’ve seen enough to understand what’s going on and trap or no trap, the second we set foot inside of the building there’s something they can’t change. When we close the door, they’ll be trapped inside with us, too.

Chapter Forty-Six

KIT

Ialmost throw up when I hear Scott. “What did you say?”

“Your mother,” he says again like it's the most normal thing his psychotic ass can tell me.

“What are you talking about?” I haven’t seen my mother in years, not since I saw her trying to find me that day at college. I’d hidden from her and then moved less than a year later. I never went home and she never came looking for me again. Over the years, my mother had faded into the background, a bad fucking memory—a monster that I’d put enough distance between that I could live free of until now.

Now she was in every room I went in and every thought I had when no one was around. Now, she’s the reason I’ve been put through hell.

“Your mother deserves better than you gave her. After everything she did for you.” Those words are from Alexia.

“You don’t know the first thing about my mother,” I spit the words out at her and take a step towards her. “You don’t know what kind of person she is.”

“I know she took care of you, that she supported you while you got your ass into Havard and the second you had a chance at better you left her and the rest of your family in the dust. How could you do that? It was a death sentence.”

I don’t understand the words she’s saying but that’s nothing new with the day I’m fucking having.

“Fuck off,” I snap. “You’re crazy.”

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