Page 5 of Sins

I inched between the two of them. I figured Sonny had reached his limit. “Who did this to you?” I tried to be the rational one.

Sonny winced as he stood and pressed his other hand to what I could only imagine were several cracked or broken ribs. “I’m tired of this.” He moved closer to Cameron. “I’ve had enough of your constant bullshit. I’m?—”

“Calm down, Sonny.” Cameron stepped back with his hands out in front of him. He stopped as he hit the wall. “Who did this?” Sonny raised the gun, so it pointed at Cameron’s face. I knew I should stop him, but there was a part of me that liked seeing Cameron nearly soil himself.

“He was looking for you,” Sonny’s voice made my mouth go dry, “but found me instead.”

I moved into Sonny’s line of vision, in fear he’d go too far and really shoot Cameron. “Who are you talking about?”

“Grim Gates.” I watched as that news sank in for Cameron. “I took a beating for you, motherfucker.”

Cameron’s face turned three shades of red as he took a deep breath. “Impossible. He can’t know. There’s no proof.”

“The missing cliff links,” I reminded him.

He swung his gaze over to me. “But those were sent to me. I didn’t take them.”

I shrugged. “Does it matter? Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

“Hang on, hang on.” Cameron held up a hand as he thought. “Let’s back this up a moment. Why would you think Grim was after me and wasn’t looking foryou?”

“You want to try that sentence again?” Sonny hissed.

“Youwent to New Orleans to discover if that inked-up mongrel was involved with my daughter.Youwere supposed to keep a low profile and report back to me. Instead,youmade a mockery of yourself, swinging your hurt ego around when you saw theyweretogether. Then you go and make a big show of your power. Maybe, just maybe,” Cameron’s face twisted into a grin, “he believes it wasyoubehind his brother’s hit.” He pausedas Sonny’s face grew red. “No, I don’t think that beating was for me. I think he was looking for me to find you, and you just so happened to be in my office when he came in.”

“Cameron,” I warned. I knew shit was about to hit the fan.

“If Grim Gates believed it was me behind Leo’s death, I can assure you I’d have a sniper laser between my eyes right now.”

If he would only be so lucky.

“If you want to blame me for that,” Cameron pointed at Sonny’s swollen face, “bring me more proof.”

The sound of spit being pulled from halfway down someone’s throat filled the silence, then Sonny spat a bloody ball of mucus at Cameron’s chest.

I closed my eyes in disgust. I totally understood why Sonny was so upset. Cameron was an idiot and incredibly hardheaded. He refused to see anyone’s side of things if he didn’t want to. He was impossible.

Sonny dropped his arm and groaned in pain. As the gun lowered, I let out the breath I held. “We need to get you looked at, Sonny.” I hoped he would let it go for now.

Sonny looked at me, then his face twisted in an ugly scowl as he looked over at Cameron. “Let’s not forget your role in all of this.”

Kenna

“Whoa.” Minnie caught me as I stepped out of the Wet and Wild cage in a fishnet dress. “Are you crazy? What do you think you’re doing?”

“Dancing.” I snagged a towel from the peg and wrung out my hair.

“Kenna, no,” she held out an arm to stop me, “we’re not ready. What if that sicko shows up? What if he’s already here?” Minnie’s concern was understandable, and I knew it, but I was way past being sensible.

“Then he saw me dance.” I shrugged.

“But, Kenna, he beat, threatened, and blackmailed you, then he hired some tweaker to send you a message that he’s still around. That isn’t the average shithead we have to deal with every day here. This is on a way higher messed up level.”

“I know.” I wanted the bastard to show up. If anyone should be beaten to a pulp, it should be him. “But if he shows up, then we’ll know who it is.”

Minnie looked at me like I had two heads. “What happened to you tonight? You look different.” She scanned my body then homed in on my wrist. “Tell me this was from doing something kinky.”

“No, this was Grim making sure I didn’t get to my father before he killed him.” I dropped my damp fishnet dress on the floor, stepped out of it, and wrapped my towel around me.

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