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“I don’t understand.”

“My father threatened to call for a boycott of their music, so their label dropped them.” Sin runs his hands through his thick hair in frustration. “At least I managed to fix my dumbassery.”

“How?”

“I called up Smith Gentry and offered to underwrite both of their next two releases if he signed them on. Smith is music royalty and he’s too powerful to worry about what my father’s followers can do to his bottom line.”

“That’s good, right?”

“Yeah,” He lets out a long breath. “In the end, it didn’t turn out too bad. Smith is happy to acquire Elodie and Ezra on hisroster, and they’re beyond thrilled to be working with him. Plus, I made a pretty good investment.”

“Then why are you still upset?”

“Because I know better.” He starts to pace the room. “I just didn’t think. Usually, I’m careful not to put anyone in the line of fire between my father and me, but I’ve been distracted.” He gives me a strange look.

“Distracted?”

“There are only two easy targets for him to go after to punish me. Mercer is as rich as me, and though he’s not into the power games of the rich and powerful, Devlin is, and he’d cut off my father’s balls if he even looked at Mercer wrong.”

“Who’s the second person?”

“What?”

“You said that there were two easy targets. If Mercer is one of them, who is the other one?” I ask, desperately wondering who else owns a place in Sin’s heart.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, clearly not willing to tell me. “What’s important is they’re safe from him right now.” He stops his pacing and comes to stand directly in front of me, his jaw set, his eyes fierce. “I’ll burn the world down to keep it that way.”

I’m caught by his intensity. My head echoes with the words from my dream.

“Follow the fire with me—all the way to hell?”

Suddenly, my body is as hungry as it was in my dream. I want his fierceness, his intensity, for my own and to have it solely focused on me.

But I’m his stepbrother.

And even if I wasn’t, from all the social media posts and TMZ reports, Sin is attracted to a wide variety of beautiful women and men. Though he has never declared his sexual preference, the media is obsessed with it, while the Citadel’s publicity team denies him as anything but a straight, God-fearing male.Whatever his preferences truly are, I know it’s not virgins who’ve never been kissed.

But I have to know. “Sin?”

“Yeah?”

“There are all sorts of rumors and opinions about you, but even I know you can’t believe everything you read and see, so?—”

Sin quirks his head to the side. “What are you asking me, Cassidy?”

Only the deep, burning need to know conquers my shyness to ask my question. “Sin, who are you attracted to?”

Chapter 11

Sin

“Sin,” Cassidy asks, in almost a whisper, “who are you attracted to?”

You. The answer echoes through my brain.You, my innocent stepbrother, who makes my heart and cock throb.

I wonder what spurred him to ask me. Curiosity maybe? Everyone else seems to be fascinated by the question that I refuse to answer. Fuck them. My life, my sexuality. But this isn’t the media or nosey factions with strong opinions about my answer—this is Cassidy. I answer honestly.

“Mainly guys,” I answer. “But I don’t mind a girl or three thrown in the mix when I’m in the mood.”

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