Page 134 of Sinful

“What’s that mean?” Cady looked from Stitches to me.

“It means when Sin falls, he falls hard. He’s. . .” my voice trailed off as I thought about Bells, Sin’s ex.

“He’s what? A fucking nutbag who should stay away from my sister?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Look. He likes her. Hell, he loves her. Church will be back in a week. All hell will break loose. We’re all aware of it. Sirena will tell Church she wants Sin. Church will lose his shit. He’ll try to kill him. Hopefully, all ends well with Sin managing to get out of it. But understand this. Once Sin makes his mind up about loving someone, he goes all in. And he’s in with Sirena. We’ve seen him.”

“If he hurts her,” Cady warned.

“He won’t,” I said firmly. “We trust him.”

“Mostly,” Stitches muttered as he got on his snowmobile and started the engine.

Cady sighed but didn’t pursue the subject. Instead, she climbed onto my ride.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” I said. “Get off.”

“I want to go with you guys. I’m bored. Let me drive that one if I can’t drive this one.” She pointed to the black snowmobile next to mine.

“Absolutely not. That’s Church’s. He’d string me up next to Sin,” I said.

“Then the other one.” She raised her brows at me.

“That’s Sin’s. No.”

“What the hell, Asher? What am I supposed to do then?”

“Stay here?” Stitches called out, offering her a half-assed smirk.

She gave him the finger and turned back to me. “Please? I promise I’ll be good. I want to go with you guys.”

“You don’t even know where we’re going or what we’re doing,” I pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m coming with you guys.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Stitches called out. “Is this what having an annoying younger sibling is like?”

“Yep.” She grinned at him.

I sighed and motioned for her to slide back.

“Can I drive?”

“Claws, you’re lucky we’re letting you come at all. Just be quiet and move back,” I said.

She rolled her eyes at me but obeyed. I got on and fired up the machine before we moved out of the shed and onto some snow.

“Hold on,” I called out over my shoulder. “If you fall off, that’s on you. We’re not coming back to pick you up.”

She wound her arms around my midsection and clung to me like a baby opossum.

Stitches rolled his eyes at me as I shook my head.

She let out a squeal as I hit the throttle. We roared out onto the trail, ready to set some shit on fire.

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“That was fun,”Cady said as we walked back into the house several hours later. Night had long fallen, and my nose felt like it was going to fall off my face despite my face mask. I loved snowmobiling, though. It was my idea for us to get them. If I didn’t have my bike, I needed something to cruise on during the winter months.

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