Page 149 of Sinning for Santa

“It’s always a risk opening the gates to the public,” he murmurs, as if his attention is caught on something else.

“Are you concerned that the man trying to kill me will come here? Does heknow where you live?”

Those deep dark eyes drop to mine now, roaming my face as he speaks quietly. “You’re safe here, little mouse.”

He tries to assure me with a wicked smile and a wink… So why don’t I believe him?

Chapter thirty-two

Devon

The problem with Jaxcen is she sees more than she should. I don’t like lying to her, but from the little I know about her, I know she would try and take matters into her own hands if she knew what could potentially happen tonight.

Or more like, what I’m hoping will happen so I can put a fucking end to this shit.

She’d try and save me, or literally anyone else, but herself.

I employ Marilda to keep Jaxcen occupied after we eat, and by 8pm, Taylor, Alice and Natasha take the small stage at the edge of the street and begin their evening of Christmas carols. A little after, as the sun starts to dip further, we can see the trail of car lights driving up the small mountain, heading our way.

Excitement is in the air, the women practically bursting at the seams to have the town filled with onlookers and those happy to spend their hard earned money on the local handcrafts.

My men are now fully dressed, beards and Santa hats hiding their identity, while some are still dressed in all black, but they are hidden strategically, out of sight where they can watch on, their weapons trained on our visitors, ready for any sign of trouble.

“First cars are approaching the gates now,” Finn says, coming to my side. “You sure you want to do this?”

I nod, even though I really do want to pull the pin.

“Open the gates. It ends tonight.”

Nodding back, Finn calls the guards at the gates and orders them open.

“Is Dom’s team in place?” I ask, knowing they are but needing the reassurance.

“Yep. There are eyes on all cameras. No one will slip away from Main Street without being noticed.”

“And Lenny is in the shadows?”

“Roger that. His team is armed and ready.” Finn reassures me.

“Okay. Let’s keep Melissa safe, yeah?”

“Of course,” Finn agrees.

“You got your situation handled?” I turn now to look at my best mate, biting back a smirk he won’t be able to see under this itchy as fuck fake white beard.

He has a fucking bite mark on his neck that I spotted earlier today. I want to give him shit for it, but it’ll have to wait until I have time to hear the story behind it.

“It’s handled for now. I’m still not happy about it.”

“You said it yourself. Your visitor was getting too aggressive, and trying to escape. If you didn’t drug her food, then we’d have to worry about her causing havoc in the town as well.”

Finn nods. “She won’t trust me now. I did exactly what I promised her I wouldn’t do.”

Reaching out, I clap him on the shoulder and his eyes meet mine. “When this is over, you can focus on her. I promise.”

I feel like a cunt for demanding he drug his captive. Or visitor. I’m not really sure what to call her since he did save her, but also has her hauled up in his house up on the hill.

Kind of reminds me of the situation with my little mouse. Although, there’s zero flirting where Finn is concerned and more tryingnotto get killed by Frankie.

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