Page 23 of Tell Me Why
“Is he alone?” I ask, pushing out a sigh.
Jackson pulls a face. “Of course, he’s not alone. He’d be an idiot to show up here without his crew.”
“Alright.” I glance at Ash, who’s sitting on the couch. “Come on. Let’s go talk to this asshole.”
Eve and her brother are close, so I knew he’d pop up eventually. It’s something I’ve been dreading since day one. Sin Savano is completely unhinged, and I suspect trying to reason with him will be like trying to reason with a gorilla on bath salts. Messy, and not in a fun way.
Outside on the lawn, Sin is pacing, a couple of dozen tattooed guys lined up behind him. When Jackson, Ash, and I step out onto the porch, Sin stops and faces us. Andre and his team are lined up on the grass, separating the two groups.
“Where the fuck is my sister?” Sin yells, spit flying.
Oh, yeah. He’s pissed alright.
Hands in my pockets, I approach the edge of the porch. “Eve is here and she’s fine,” I answer calmly. “For now, at least.”
That sends Sin into a frenzy as I knew it would, and he lunges. Lowe is directly in front of Sin and shoves him back.
Sin barely seems to notice. His focus is all on me. “What have you done to her?” he screams. “I want to see her.”
“Sorry, bro,” I say. “I can’t allow that. Tell you what, though…” I pull out my phone and use my thumb to type out a quick message, then hit “send” and tuck my phone back into my pocket. “That photo was taken last night.”
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been slipping into her room at night, just to watch her sleep, sometimes for hours. I took a few photos to jack off to later.
At first, I told myself I was just checking on her, making sure she hadn’t escaped in the night. But deep down, I know that’s bullshit. Something about her draws me in, and I usually find myself lingering at her bedside…
Sin rips his gaze away to look down at his phone. His eyes widen, and I know exactly what he sees—Eve sleeping in Roman’s bed, pink pajama shorts riding up, exposing one thick, creamy thigh. It’s not an overtly sexual photo, but it’s still hot as fuck.
When Sin speaks, his voice is remarkably calm. Suspiciously calm. “Bring my sister to menow,or I swear to fucking God, you and your psycho brothers are dead men walking.”
I laugh at that.Who’sthe psycho?
You know what, maybe he’s right. Because right now, all I really want to do is shove Lowe aside and tear this cunt apart with my goddamn teeth. The metallic tang of his blood might just feed the angry beast living inside me—the beasthefucking created.
I swallow past the bile rising in my throat. “Your sister came here on her own. This whole thing was her idea.”
He shoves a finger in my direction. “Bullshit. She’d never come here willingly. Never. She knows exactly what you are.”
Hands still in my pockets, I shrug. What’s the use in arguing?
“You started this shit, Sin, and now your sister is trying to end it.”
And she will. I’ll make sure of that.
“I want to talk to her,” he says, barely keeping his shit together. His hands keep flexing at his sides, like he’s itching to punch something. I know that feeling. “I want to hear this fromhermouth.”
Pushing out a breath, I glance back at the guys. Jackson is tense, ready to throw down, and Ash just shrugs, noncommittal. We were all affected by what happened here a few weeks ago, but they know this is my call to make.
I turn back to Sin. “I’ll let you see her in two days—afterour welcome party.” I throw him a wink. “We haven’t held a proper welcome for her yet, and the guys are itching to show her just excited they are that she’s here…”
Sin is lit by this point, barely keeping the lid on the rage that must be pumping through his veins. According to the intel our PIs have collected, Sin Savano likes control. With everything.
I need control, too, so I get it. Doesn’t mean I give a fuck, though.
“You’re going to bring her down hereright fucking now,” he screams, the tendons in his neck straining. “Or I’ll rip this place apart with my bare fucking hands.”
I study him for a second. His devotion toward his sister is much stronger than I thought it would be. I wish it mattered. I wish I could use it. But for what I have planned, Sin’s pain doesn’t factor in at all. It’s just a bonus, I guess.
That being said, I also don’t need Sin causing a problem, so I’ll give him what he wants. In two days.
