Page 90 of Sinner's Fury

“Fine. I was thinking about Christian.”

“Already fucked up, didn’t he?”

Groaning, I looked out the window and said, “No. I think he’s mad at me.”

“Well, I’m on your side no matter what.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Doesn’t matter. You are my baby girl, and I am on your side.”

“Dad, it’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is,” my dad growled. “I already lost one daughter to this fucking war, not gonna lose the other. Don’t care if you tookout the entire Yankees baseball team. I support you no matter what. So, what happened?”

“That’s just it, Dad, I don’t know.”

“Charlotte, you are the smartest woman I know. Think of this as a puzzle. Do some deductive reasoning. I’m sure you will be able to pinpoint when his mood changed. From there, you will figure out what pissed him off. Though, if he yells at you, I reserve the right to put that punk back in his place.”

Laughing, I changed the subject. “How is Drew?”

“My grandson is having a blast. Everyone here loves having him around. Been a long time since we had a kid in this place. Gonna have him patched up in no time.”

“And the girls?”

“They ain’t here, Charlotte. I haven’t seen his girls since we left the Silver Shadows’ clubhouse.”

“What?” I whispered, looking back over at Christian, who was leaning against the wall near the elevator, waiting on me.

“Don’t know where they are. Maybe ask him? Look, baby girl, I need to go. A few of us are taking Drew ice fishing.”

“Okay,” I muttered. “Have fun.”

Hanging up the phone, I pocketed it in my coat, walking over to Christian, who looked up as I approached.

“How’s Drew?”

“He’s good,” I replied, noticing that Christian looked everywhere but at me. Hitting the elevator button he turned and added, “Called my brothers. They will be here after they take care of a problem at the clubhouse.”

“Everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” he said as the elevator door opened. Stepping inside, I said nothing while I stood with my back against the wall, noticing that Christian stood off to the side, his back to me.

“Christian?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Not now, Charlotte.”

Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the elevator panel and pushed the red emergency button, halting all movement. Facing him, I said, “Yes now.”

Christian turned and growled, “Turn it back on.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

The fury emanating from his eyes was awe-inspiring. From the moment I met Christian, he seemed to take everything in stride. He had this laid-back persona, as if he let nothing truly ruffle his feathers. Even when he seemed angry, he wasn’t. He was always in control of his emotions, conveying only what he needed, never letting his emotions overrule him. It was one of the traits that attracted me to him. Yet now, it looked like the mask he wore was gone and the real Christian Moreno was standing before me.

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