Page 106 of Sinner's Malice

Montana smirked. “That fucker is mine. I’ve got plans for his ass.”

“What’s going on with the ghost files?”

“Who the fuck knows? Every time the intern thinks he’s got a handle on it, he finds something new. Mercy had to give the intern oxygen last night. Kid is over worked. Gonna bring it to the board at the next meeting. Kid can’t do his day job and take care of the never-ending shit going on here.”

“Thinking about cutting him some slack?”

Montana nodded.

“Got my vote.”

“How is your mother?”

“Good. She wanted me to thank you for the apartment at Davenport Tower.”

“It was the least I could do. How is Arianwen and her getting along?”

“Okay, I guess. Amelia went with Arianwen to buy a dress for dinner tonight at Sin’s. Arianwen didn’t know what to buy and honestly, I don’t think Amelia does either. Both women haven’t had the best life.”

“I’m sure Sinclair doesn’t give a shit. Which reminds me, has he told you what he’s really doing in the city, yet?”

I groaned. “Fuck no. Asshole won’t say shit until he’s damn good and ready.”

“But I don’t understand why I have to be here?” Arianwen groaned when I pulled up to the sprawling mansion. No matter what I said, she refused to understand the words coming out of my mouth. “He’s your friend, not mine.”

“He requested the both of us,” I said, cutting the engine.

I didn’t want to be here anymore than she did, but I knew if I didn’t show, Sin could make my life a living hell.

“It’s just dinner. That’s all.”

“Then why can’t we eat at a restaurant? You know, like with witnesses.”

Facing her, I asked, “Does Sin scare you?”

“No. Not really. But I’m wearing a fucking dress, Malice. I hate dresses.”

“And I’m in a fucking suit and tie,” I growled as the front door opened and there he was, standing firm as he looked directly at us.

Pompous bastard.

Who the hell did he think he was?

The King of fucking England.

“He looks pissed,” Arianwen whispered.

“Because we’re late. He hates tardiness.”

Arianwen smirked. “Then he shouldn’t have insisted I be here. Because of him, I had to go buy this damn dress for his stupid dinner.”

Sighing, I got out of the vehicle, walking around the front to open the door for my woman. The second she stepped out, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked really pretty in that dress, even if she hated it.

Holding her hand, we walked up the steps as Sinclair looked directly at me and clipped, “You’re late.”

“My fault.” Arianwen smiled, squeezing my hand. “Didn’t have a dress. Had to go shopping.”

“My apologies, Little One. Had I known, I would have had my personal shopper send over a selection for you to choose from.”

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