Page 31 of Vicious Games

Fucking hell.

“On?” I grit out, forcing a smile.

“On whether she wants visitors or not. Frances has never had one before.”

No surprise there.

She’s a menace. Who in their right mind would want to visit her?

You, moron.

Oh, right.

“Tell her it’s her tutor,” I add with a fake smile.

“Oh, I see.” The nun’s tone shifts. “Then please, come in before you catch your death.”

Now she’s worried about my health? A second ago, she was ready to let me drown.

Fucking nuns.

“Darius,” she calls out to a passing boy who looks to be around ten if he’s a day. “Keep Mr…”

“Romano,” I supply, the nun’s face paling instantly.

Yeah, that’s right. As intheRomanos.

“Please keep Mr. Romano company. I’ll see if Frances is in her room,” the nameless nun finally manages to say once she gathers her wits.

“She’s in the kitchen,” the kid pipes up.

“Ah, of course. Thank you, Darius.” The nun glances at me suspiciously. “I won’t be long.”

Darius and I watch her hurriedly disappear before he turns to me, his eyes sharp with curiosity.

“What do you want with Frankie?”

“That’s none of your business, kid.” I glance around, taking in my surroundings, trying to figure out exactly where the devil’s spawn sleeps at night.

“She’s my sister, so yeah, it is my business, buddy.”

I blink.

Kid’s Black. Frances is pale as hell.

“Sister, huh?” I smirk. “How come I find that hard to believe?”

“We’re not blood, but she’s still family, asswipe,” he counters with a bite.

My brows shoot up.

Doallof them have mouths like this? Isthathow the nuns educate them?

Nah.

It’s years of abandonment issues hardening them up. I get that.

“Fair enough. I’m her tutor.”

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