Page 6 of A Sinner's Saint

“We gonna fuck him up?” I ask Dash, because when it comes to fighting, I’ll always have his back, just like he always has mine.

“Nah, let him have my sloppy seconds. I’m done with her anyway. What took you fuckers so long to get here?”

“Gio needed a chat.” I roll my eyes.

Dash runs his gaze over me. “Well, you’re not bleeding so I’ll take it the chat went well.”

I’m about to answer him when I spot her. Cammi. She’s on the other side of the room, sitting around a coffee table with her friends. My brows furrow as I zone in on what’s in front of her. “Are they fucking playing spin the bottle?” I growl.

“Seems that way.” Marcus laughs.

“What are we? Fucking twelve?” I find myself moving closer to Cammi and her group of friends without realising I’m doing it.

Chapter Four

Ican feel him before I see him. You know that weird sensation you get when you know you’re being watched? That’s the only way I can explain how I always seem to know he’s there. I have to crane my neck to see through the crowd before I find him.

Leaning against the wall. Wearing a pair of denim jeans, a black V-neck shirt, and combat boots. His hands shove into hispockets as he stares right back at me. My eyes drift down his arms. He really does have nice arms. Tanned, toned, and inked. The ultimate bad boy.

I know I should avert my eyes, look away, but I couldn’t if I tried. I’d love to have those arms wrapped around me…

I haven’t spoken to him since that day at the park. I’m not sure why he’s gone back to staring at me from a distance. I could ask him, but that would mean I’d have to approach him myself. And, honestly, most of the time, Vin doesn’t look very approachable. He has this permanent resting bitch face, or whatever the male version of that would be.

That day in the park, though, I saw a different side of Vin. A small glimpse of someone he tries really hard to hide from the rest of the world. I wonder what he’s like at home, with his family. This wholedon’t talk to mething he has going on could just be a front meant to intimidate outsiders.

Two guys walk up and stand next to him. His friends. Their mouths are moving, but I have no idea what they’re saying. Vin doesn’t pay them any attention. No, he’s glaring at me.

“Cammi, come on. It’s your turn, babe,” Lauren says while shoving at my shoulder.

I look to her and then at the rest of the group gathered around the coffee table. I have no idea whose idea it was to play spin the bottle. I let Lauren and Elena drag me into the game.

“Okay, okay. I got this,” I say.

My hand rests on the bottle and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rise. He’s still watching me. I know he is. Butterflies fill my stomach. Knowing he’s here gives me a little thrill I didn’t know I needed right now. I spin the empty bottle while praying it lands on one of my three friends, Lauren, Elena, or Devon. I can give any of them a quick peck and then it’s over.

My heart pounds as the bottle slows. And then I swear the organ drops when the bottle comes to a stop. Aimed directly at Jye.

He smiles huge as he pushes up from the sofa. “Looks like it’s my lucky night.”

My eyes widen and I turn to Elena. “I can’t kiss him,” I hiss under my breath.

“Yes, you can. It’s easy. Just close your eyes, kiss, and done. No big deal,” she says.

“It is a big deal,” I tell her. Jye is… well, let’s just say he’s kind of the class creeper. How I allowed myself to even be sitting at this table with him makes me question my own sanity.

“Just close your eyes and pretend it’s a Hemsworth brother,” Lauren chimes in.

“You’re not backing out, are you, Cammi?” This comes from Dean, one of Jye’s equally-as-creepy mates.

“Of course not,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I slowly rise to my feet. By the time I’m upright, Jye is standing right in front of me, licking his lips.Gross.“Let’s get this over with,” I tell him.

“Come on, babe, don’t be like that. You want this,” Jye says.

Before I can respond, his body is flying backwards. And I mean literally flying. His feet leave the floor and then he’s on his ass. “You’ll stay the fuck down if you know what’s good for you,” Vin grunts while pointing a finger down at him.

Everyone is staring. Then the crowd starts moving back, giving room for the fight they expect to happen. I can’t let Vin get into a fight because of me. I won’t. I grab his arm and pull, but he doesn’t budge.

He does turn around, though. He looks from my hand on his arm to my face, a frown tugging on his lips.

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