Page 34 of Ramsay

“Bitch! Back off!” Sabrina says, rushing around to Jensen but not before giving Ramsay a furtive look. Ah yes, her little crush.

Curling my lip, I say succinctly, “Does Jensen know about your unhealthy little obsession? Does he know you have fucking tea with Mrs. Yates on Saturdays at the country club? Picked out the wedding china yet?”

Sabrina swings on me with her nostrils flared and hate burning from the cerulean depths of her eyes. Immune, I smile with satisfaction and cross my arms.

Ramsay stares on with a frown and Sabrina’s face flushes all kinds of red when Diem murmurs, “She’s a bit freaky, eh?”

“Fuck off! I volunteer at the fucking club,” Sabrina says shakily.

Turning around slowly, I walk backward as I say, “Does she know you have a creepy shrine to her son in your room?”

“That’s a lie!” she cries, stomping her feet.

Jensen’s mouth twists up with disgust before he turns to Oliver and mutters, “Fucking A. I’m coming for you, bitch.”

Oliver doesn’t so much as twitch, and I swallow because he’s beautiful in his darkness. They all are.

Sabrina steps up to Jensen with a desperate smile, but he shrugs her off, saying, “Get off me, Sabrina.”

And we all stare after him bemused, while Sabrina no doubt contemplates her next move, torn between Jensen and her empire and Ramsay, who stares at her with cold eyes.

Apparently, Jensen wins this round because she takes off after him, calling out his name, which he ignores.

Now that the spectacle is over, I turn away from the Sinners and sigh because while making her sweat with embarrassment is satisfying, it doesn’t make me happy.

It claws at my soul, the ugly I never wanted to see again.

When I stop at the corner and glance back, I find Ramsay speaking softly to Diem, who nods grimly, but looks into nothing, his vision on his life and presumably, the ugliness Jensen spewed.

With an ache in my heart, I turn away, ignoring the slice of sympathy I feel because Diem doesn’t need my pity, only my wrath.

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Ramsay

“Let it go,” I say as calmly as possible. I’d like five minutes alone in a room with that asshole, but we have bigger fish to fry. We have to stay focused—for now.

Fucker better watch his back though. I don’t forget.

“Like you did?” Diem huffs and I turn back to my brother.

I’m asking the impossible but hoping Diem listens. We’re in far too deep to worry about petty shit. Still, using Diem’s mom to get to him was a low blow.

“Whatever,” I say but he crosses his arms. Here we go. I’m not in the fucking headspace for whatever crawled up his ass and died.

“Seriously? I think you got a little problem, bro,” Diem says, and Oliver cocks his head.

I smile with all my teeth before saying, “The only problem I have is you. Stop reacting, hm?”

Diem grunts and Oliver’s brow darkens. I don’t have to explain myself to any-fucking-body, but I finally relent with a sigh because they won’t back off if I don’t. “I’m handling it. Little Willow won’t know what hit her.”

“Just end it,” Oliver says and stalks away while Diem stares at me with a furrowed brow.

“What?” I ask even though I don’t fucking want to know.

“She’s not Sabrina, bro.”

“They’re all Sabrina’s, D. That’s where you always go wrong.” The words taste ashy on my tongue, but I know my course and with that I walk away, staring at the sky. It’s a beautiful day.

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