Page 32 of Sugar Baby
He wants to hear first-hand how I lost his precious daughter before he slaughters me.
I click my fingers at Franco, Luca and Atlas, who brings Natalia with him. “First off… did you know I had a brother?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Quinn’s eyes flick to Atlas before they land on the girl and bore into her head so fiercely that I think she is about to set on fire from the friction.
“Who the fuck is this?” he asks me, not bothering to acknowledge her outright.
“Did you fucking know?” I roar at him, pissed off beyond belief now, with the worry over Sophia exacerbating the problem. I want to throw a punch in his face, but that will just speed up my death, and I want to figure out if he has been keeping secrets from me for the last ten fucking years.
“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “I knew.” He turns to Atlas. “Chris’s son, yeah.”
Atlas’s jaw is clenched so tightly, I think his head is about to explode, but that is nothing on the rage that is coursing through me. How dare he fuck with my life in this way!
“None of this matters!” Francesca shrieks. “Our daughter is missing!”
Quinn reaches out to grab my shirt, but I’m not in the mood to be beaten down. Not now, not after this.
“You fucking knew!” I spit out. “And you kept it from me.”
“I had my reasons,” he growls, “but fuck you and your problem; where the fuck is Sugar? You had one fucking job, Cain, one. To stick next to her so that nothing happened to her, and the one day I replace Nico with you on that job, the worst happens. Ifanythinghappens to her, this is on your head.” He drags me closer to him, his low growl ferocious and terrifying. “Nico has been shot, and Sugar is missing. You had better have some fucking clue where she is.”
I start to plead my case because he’s right. My own problems aside, I was given a job, and I failed. If he lets me live, I will bust his nuts then over knowing about my twin, but a phone ringing stops me.
It rings and rings, but no one answers it.
“Fuck’s sake, Cesca, answer the damn phone,” Quinn snarls, his fist tightening on my shirt.
She grits her teeth but yanks it out of the pocket of her black pants and answers it with a curt, “What?”
She immediately turns her back and walks away.
“Where doeshefit into this mess?” Quinn asks, glaring at Atlas.
“Fuck knows. He’s a fucking twat,” I grouse.
“Nice,” Atlas drawls. “Takes one to know one.”
“I know I’m a twat,” I growl, “you, on the other hand, walk around like butter wouldn’t melt.”
He snickers, but all of this is pissing Quinn off further.
“Luca, get that woman out of my sight. I will deal with her later. You three are in for a world of pain until I get Sugar back.”
I’m quite glad he included Franco in this, even though, technically, he wasn’t there. The fact is, he should’ve been. But Sugar darted off, and Nico was the only one to keep up with her. Probably because he knows her and her ways. He anticipated it, and that’s why he does what he does.
Fuck.
I’ve let everyone down, including myself.
I slump in Quinn’s grip and accept whatever fate is coming to me, but that is interrupted when Francesca returns with a look on her face like she has seen a ghost.
“I know where she is,” she murmurs.
Quinn’s head snaps to the side, taking in his wife with hard eyes. “Well?”
“Enzo has her,” she murmurs and then turns and runs back into the compound.
“Cesca!” Quinn roars, letting me go and lunging after her, his speed belying his size. “Cesca!”
