Page 13 of Never Die for a Sinner
I swear to fucking God.
Why does everyone insist on bringing up that little brunette brat currently reigning terror on dust bunnies somewhere with the vacuum?
“Why would I do that?”
Christian chuckles behind his desk. Fucker’s enjoying this entirely too much.
“I’m not bringing Ava to the Christmas party, Mila.”
She places her hands on her hips, soft blonde ringlets flying around her in a huff.
“Why, because she’s the maid?”
“Because I’m not going.”
She glowers at me and starts to argue again when her phone buzzes in her hand. She pauses, staring down at the screen.
“Bella needs me,” she growls, raising the phone to her ear. “But we’re finishing this discussion later.”
Christian’s gaze follows her as she exits, like the girl hung the moon and stars.
“Does she let you wear your balls during the day, or is that a special occasion kind of thing?”
Christian places the cigarette back between his teeth and lights the end, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Do you keep track of all the women you fuck by color-coding them by hair color, or their kinks?” he counters.
“The best part about being single is that I don’t have to worry about them once they leave. No organization necessary.”
He shakes his head, chuckling. Christian’s always been a one-woman kind of man, and that one woman is Mila fucking Cross.
For six years, I watched him chase after her until he finally caught her. Now, I fear for the world if someone comes after her. He almost destroyed it the last time. I don’t think it’ll be standing if it happens again.
I’m happy for him. I really am. It’s just not for me.
Women want to talk. They want to share secrets, chat about feelings, and otherwise look into your brain and figure out what makes you tick. I’d rather shut my dick in a car door than talk about what goes through my head, so staying single just makessense. No fuss. No cleanup after messy break-ups. Just sex and the occasional dinner date.
It hasn’t steered me wrong, yet.
“How’s she doing, by the way?”
It’s been almost two months since Mila was kidnapped and almost two months since I nearly lost what was left of my family. I watched my brother almost lose himself because he thought Mila had left him.
Why anyone would give another person that kind of power over them is beyond me. Just knowing there’s another person walking around with your heart and sanity in the world? That shit sounds fucking terrifying.
Couldn’t be me.
It willneverbe me.
“She’s good. She’s adjusting well. Fuck, sometimes I think she’s handling it better than I am.”
“She’s resilient,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “She’s been through this before. She’s probably just ready to live a life where she doesn’t have to be afraid anymore.”
“I want that too,” Christian says darkly, his eyes on a picture of him and Mila on his desk. “I’m just trying to decide if it’s really over or not.”
“Sebastian’s dead. Talia’s in jail. Dad’s dead. It’s over.”
“I hope so.” He’s quiet for a moment. “What about you?”
