Page 173 of Sinful

“She’s mine.” I ripped my arm away from Cady. “I own her.”

“She’s not a pair of pants you can stick your dick in,” Cady surged back. “Seriously, Rina, what do you see in him?”

Sirena was growing more upset as the seconds ticked by.

“What’s going on?”

I looked to the newcomer.

“Asylum,” I muttered back in greeting.

“Mirage,” he corrected. “Is everything OK?”

“No, it’s not,” I snapped at him. “We’ve discussed this before. You know it’s not.”

“We have?” Mirage wrinkled his forehead at me. “When? And what isn’t OK?”

I let out an exasperated breath, forgoing what Asylum had told me about letting nature run its course. “Fucking lunatic.When I saw you in the Underground. I told you I wasn’t OK with Andrews trying to hone in on Sirena.”

Mirage nodded. “Right, well, that wasn’t me. That was Asylum. Sometimes I don’t get those messages. My apologies.” He tapped the side of his head.

Motherfucking mental case. I thought my shit was bad, but it was hard to keep up with Asylum and his many fucking personalities. That made him unreliable.

“I’m not unreliable,” he said to me, his voice soft. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t have that opinion of me.”

I breathed out hard. This was pissing me off.

“Andrews, fuck off,” I said, turning my focus back on him. Sirena placed her hand on my chest and shook her head at me.

“I’ll go with them,” Cady said.

“So will I,” Mirage added. “Besides, don’t you have therapy in a few minutes? I happen to have it on good authority that Stitches took a piss on Sister Janice’s desk during his Bible study class. So. . . he’s going to be late getting here because he was assigned lines or a week in the hole. Obviously, he took the lines.”

And Ashes and Sin were already at their group therapy. Fucking damnit.

I knew I was beat here. It helped that Cady and Asylum—er, Mirage—were going to be with them. Even though he confused and pissed me off more than anything, I did trust him.

“Fine.” I relented, hating that I had to. I never relented. Fuck.

I placed my hands on Sirena’s waist before kissing her. She immediately gave me her submission, which encouraged me to prove who she belonged to in front of Andrews. When I broke the kiss off, she was breathing hard, her lips swollen from my kiss.

“Be good,” I warned her. “Remember what we talked about.”

She said nothing, but she didn’t need to. She was a good girl when she had to be. And in this instance, she needed to be because I wasn’t ready to share again.

SIRENA

“I’m sorry,” Bryce said the moment Church left us. Cady had winked at me and scooted off, leaving me with only Bryce and Mirage. I knew she was trying to give me the time I needed with them. I loved her for that.

“It’s fine. He’ll be OK.” Mirage waved Bryce’s words off as they flanked me. I had no idea where we were going, but I’d grabbed my jacket, and Mirage had taken my backpack from me.

“I need you to stay warm.” Mirage stopped me when we reached the doors and pulled my hat over my head.

I gave him a tiny smile that made his blue eyes light up. I took note of the carrot hanging out of his back pocket and shook my head at his antics. He truly was trying to be his own person. I had to admire that about him. It had to be rough always living in Asylum’s shadow since, let’s face it, his shadow seemed to swallow everything around it.

Mirage smirked at me, making me wonder if he knew what I was thinking. When he didn’t elaborate, I looked back to Bryce.

“We can just go to your place if you want,” he said. “I didn’t really have a plan other than seeing you.”

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