Page 17 of Sugar Baby
Steadying my shaking hand, I ask, “Who the fuck are you, and where is Cain?”
He smirks at me.
I’ve never held a gun before. This was in here after my mum asked me to put it in the last time I was here. She said it was in case anyone tried to rob me while I had the box open. I bought it at the time, but I’m starting to think things are a lot murkier with my family than I have been led to believe. For a start, guns are illegal in this country, so why my mother has one and asked me to put it in the safety deposit box, is now a huge mystery that needs to be solvedafterdickface here, tells me who he is.
“What makes you think I’m not Cain?” he asks.
I purse my lips. “Granted, you smell like him, and you sure as shit have his face, but there’s something different about you. Your eyes. They’re not as haunted as his. There’s more fire there.”
“You can tell us apart from that?” His eyes narrow, almost as if to stop me from staring into them.
“Mostly. But when I offered up a shag, you agreed. He wouldn’t do that. We don’t like each other.”
He snorts. “Oh, I don’t believe that for a second, princess. He has the hots for your gorgeous self, you just don’t know it. You hating him? Yeah, I buy that. I hear he’s a bit of a dick.”
That catches me off-guard. He doesn’t know?
I grip the gun tighter. “I amnotyour princess.Whoare you?”
Again, he says nothing, leaving my thoughts to race all over the place. This whole situation is just beyond. Was there actually a heist? Was Nico involved or trying to protect me? How did he get me back here so fast? If there was a heist, is it over? Andwho the fuck is this guy?
“Answer me or I’ll blow your knee caps off.” The threat is so empty, it’s laughable.
Strangely though, he takes me seriously. “Oh, like father, like daughter. Interesting. And here I thought you were just a caged bird not allowed to spread her wings. Is that just a ruse?” His thoughtful expression is genuine and it stuns me for a moment.
I grimace at him after a beat. I’m getting a bit sick of everyone comparing me to a bird, and what the fuck is he talking about? Daddy can be forceful but he doesn’t shoot people’s knees off. Does he?
Oh, Sugar. You are so lame.
“My name is Atlas. Atlas Philips,” he says eventually. “I’m Cain’s estranged brother.”
Blinking, I take that in. “What do you want with me and this bank?”
“I want what is in there for a start,” he says, pointing to the box.
I slam it shut with a scoff. “Not happening. I’m not going to let you rob me.”
He snorts. “Aren’t you? Well, we are at an impasse then.”
We glare at each for a few weighted seconds.
I jump when the door bursts open and Nico strides in.
He takes in the scene in front of him and with a growl, he sends his fist flying at Atlas’s head, flooring him before he lunges towards me and grabs my wrist.
“Wait! The box. He wants something in it.”
“Just bring the whole thing,” Nico growls, doing his job and protecting me, which is all well and good, but I’ve got a gun in my hand that has my fingerprints all over it and he wants to drag me out to where all the police are assembled.
Or are they?Did they even arrive
It’s really quiet.
This day is messing with my head.
After scooping up the box and placing the gun into it, and then shoving it under my arm, we head in the opposite direction. I start to get really mad.
“Nico, wait. What is going on?” I’m about ready to murder someone if I have to ask that again.
