Page 10 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

All of this, everything that had happened up until this point only proved one thing.

There was no getting away from my husband…ever.

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Saint

I wantedto pull the trigger. I wanted to see the fucker’s face splattered all over the goddamn hotel suite. It was all I thought about since the moment Mila got in the car with him, driving away from me. He had no right to take her. He had no right to interfere. The fucker was nothing but a tiny stone in my path to vengeance. One I didn’t even need to take out of the way. I could just walk right over him and not even notice he was there. But the second he opened his car door for Mila with the intention of taking her away from me, he became a mole in my back yard whose head I wanted to hack off with a fucking shovel. I’d be sure to remind him to thank his sister one day because she just saved him from getting his face blown off.

“Saint, you’re hurting me.” Her voice shook as I tightened my grip around her elbow, dragging her out of the hotel. Unlike our swift and well-planned exit in New York, I didn’t give a flying fuck who saw her and who didn’t. I didn’t care if anyone saw her face, saw her fear. All I cared about was getting her out of there and back on the Empress within the hour.

Once in the underground parking of the hotel, I stomped toward my black Maserati Quattroporte.

Mila paused as she was about to get into the passenger seat, surveying the car from front to back. “You can feed an entire village with the price tag on this car. You know that, right?”

I grabbed her wrist and yanked her closer, my fingers biting into her jaw as I held her face close to mine. “Two minutes ago, I was one breath away from blowing your brother’s head off, yet you still seem to think you have the balls to fuck with me.”

“It was a mere observation,” she bit out as my grip on her jaw puckered her lips.

I brought my mouth close to hers so she could feel the angered heat in my breath. “Do not fuck with me right now, Milana.”

Green eyes stared at me, unblinking, but I saw it. I saw the fear swirl in her irises, the glimmer of unshed tears she was desperate to keep from escaping.

“Now, get in the goddamn car and shut that pretty little mouth of yours.” I let go of her arm and watched as she got into the car. “And, Mila. Try to run, and I’ll kill your brother, no matter how hard you beg me not to.”

I shut the door and rounded the car, getting in behind the wheel. The engine roared and tires screeched as I drove from the underground parking. The anger in me simmered, and I barely held on to the last shred of control I had. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel, speeding up the ramp and swerving onto the road.

Mila grabbed the door handle. “Jesus, Saint. Do you want to kill us?”

I bit the corner of my mouth, my tongue nothing but flames of unspoken curses. Images of her running from me, the frenzy of panic and alarm I felt while I watched her get into that car, it ignited both fear and rage inside me—a toxic mix of emotions for a hardened man like me. It took me to the edge where I wanted to kill her own brother right in front of her, not caring if she watched. I didn’t give a fuck whether my actions ruined her beyond repair. All I cared about was getting rid of the utter helplessness I felt for the last few hours while I searched for her.

“How did you find me?”

I snickered at her foolish question. “This is a hundred-thousand-dollar car. My yacht has a sixteen-million-dollar price tag. And my private jet cost me a few million more than that. Right now, you are worth far more to me than any of those things, so imagine to what lengths I’m willing to go to make sure no one takes you from me.” I glanced at her, her expression unreadable. “I had you tracked.”

“What? Where? How?” She rushed her palms up her arms, searched under the collar of her blouse, and touched her gold earrings. “How did you—” Her gaze fell to her bare feet. “My shoes,” she mumbled before looking my way. “That’s why you told me to leave my shoes behind. You bugged my fucking shoes?”

I smirked, surprisingly amused at how quickly she figured it out.

She sagged back into her seat. “I can’t believe you fucking tracked me.”

“Seriously, Mila. Tell me you’re not that naïve.”

She stared out the passenger side window. “I guess I am.”

I rubbed two fingers across the stubble of beard on my chin. “Did you enjoy getting acquainted with your younger brother?” There was no hiding the sneer in my tone.

“Not as much as I enjoyed getting acquainted with your father.”

I looked her way. “You what?”

“Yeah. Your father is a real treat. His bullshit is almost as easy to see-through as yours.”

“Jesus Christ.” I glanced in the rear-view mirror before making a sharp turn to the left, speeding through the back streets of Rome. The thought of her in the same room as my father without me being there had the flames of hell burning up my spine.

“Saint, slow down,” she urged, her voice laced with panic. “You’re going too fast.”

Her words fell on the ears of a man who could hear nothing but the angered beat of his own heart. A few more glances in my side and rear-view mirror, and I was sure we weren’t followed.

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