Page 9 of Sinning for Santa

“On it.” Dom nods, before dropping to search Phillip’s body.

“Now tell me why the fuck you took so long to get in here from the street?” I snap at Finn.

“I already told you on the fucking phone. We couldn’t get out of the car.”

“Why? Because your hair would frizz in the rain?” I snap, and Finn smirks.

“Besides that.” The fucker chuckles before turning serious. “We couldn’t unlock the doors. We were locked in, and since the windows are bulletproof, Lenny had to slash through the back seat and smash his way into the trunk to break us out.”

“The fuck. Why wouldn’t the doors unlock?”

“Fucked if I know. Both cars were locked down.”

Fuck. This doesn’t make sense. How could that happen?

“Getthe others and do a sweep of the vehicles. Mr fucking V knew we would be here. He’s been tracking us somehow. The vehicles have obviously been compromised.”

Finn nods. “I agree. Want me to ask Conrad to send some cars?”

I don’t particularly want to involve my cousins but since they are at the top of the food chain here in Melbourne, if I don’t, it’ll probably end up biting me in the arse if I don’t fill them in.

“Fuck it, yeah. Call Connie.”

Finn chuckles. “He’s gonna kick your arse if you keep calling him that.”

I shrug. “I’d like to see him fucking try.”

Conrad is one of eighteen spawned by the head of our family, Ewan Marx. My old man Leon, Ewan’s brother, doesn’t exactly see eye to eye with his older brother’s ruling, mainly because my dad prefers to cause chaos wherever he goes, and Ewan demands compliance and adherence to strict rules. Rules which some of his own children fail to comply with.

“You’re still in the Lord’s house, Devon.”

Father Peters’ voice draws my gaze from Finn, and I take in the old guy looking more frail than I’ve ever seen him, yet the scowl in his expression remains firm.

“Apologies Father.” I offer for my bad language. “Are you alright?”

He waves me off. “Just a bump on my head. Nothing serious.”

That’s a fucking relief.

Even as I think that, Father Peters wavers on his feet, and Miles hurries forward to catch him.

“Shit. Call the doc. Get him over here,” I demand and Finn hurries to do that.

The hurried click of heels on the stone floor of the church draws my attention to see blonde hair fanning out behind the slender bodyof the little mouse I’d been enjoying the company of in the confessional as she tries to flee.

“Miles,” I bark, gaining his attention. “Stop her.”

Chapter three

Jaxcen

My heart thrashes wildly as I hurry forward, the glass door leading to the foyer in sight. I have to get out of here. I have to get home, lock my door, and hide.

“Hold up.” A deep voice rumbles right before a wall of man steps into my path.

“Excuse me.” I dart to the side, trying to round him, but he steps in my path again.

Huffing, my gaze travels up to lock onto the dark menacing eyes of a man so tall and wide that I feel dwarfed.

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