Page 81 of Sinful

“Wait.” Ivanov squeezed his eyelids closed as we turned back around to face him. “I-I’m sorry, Nathaniel,” he whispered, stepping aside.

The quiet man’s eyes widened, and he took a step back. That was nothing because our men were quick to descend on him. It was the nervous man who darted off into the night.

“Dante.” Father stared directly into Ivanov’s eyes as Nathaniel tried to fight off our men. “See to it that you catch our dinner. I do so love fast food.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I loved the hunt, and he knew it.

I caught sight of the man dart into the woods. What I loved more than the hunt was the woods. Smiling, I swept forward into the night, my knife clutched tightly in my hand.

“Hey, handsome. Can I get you something?” A pretty brunette asked, breaking me out of my memory.

I stared idly at her through the pulsing club lights.

“Unlikely.”

She offered me a coy smile and reached out to touch me, but I was quick to wrap my fingers around her wrist.

She let out a cry, her eyes filled with fear as I leaned in and narrowed my eyes at her.

“Why do you think you can touch me?” I demanded in a low growl.

“I-I just thought you’d like some company—”

“If I didn’t request it, then how could you arrive at that conclusion?”

“Please, you’re hurting me—”

“Go.” I released her. She stumbled backward but didn’t waste any time putting space between us as she scrambled through the crowded club.

Ready to get out of there, I moved along the back of the club toward the exit. I saw him before he saw me.

Deciding I’d fuck with fate, I didn’t move aside when he passed by me.

Lorenzo De Luca.

His shoulder knocked into mine. He didn’t even bother to turn to look at me. He simply kept going.

It was all I needed to know.

He thought of himself as being at the top of the world. No one was worthy of a second look. Or even a first.

I smiled at that.

That’s the sort of thing that could get a guy into trouble.

He’d find that out soon enough.

SIRENA

Imiss Church.

I scrawled the words across Ashes’s palm three weeks after Church had left us. He hardly ever called. From what I understood, Ashes had asked him about that. His answer was that it was easier not to. That he trusted everything was going well here for us.

I supposed that translated into no news was good news, but that didn’t make me miss him any less.

“I know, baby.” Ashes kissed the top of my head. We’d just finished eating dinner and were relaxing on the couch.

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