Page 2 of The Sins of Saint (The Sins of Saint 3)

For a fleeting moment, fear flashed within her emerald irises, but it passed just as quickly as it appeared. “I’m no longer scared of you, Saint.”

I lifted a hand and touched her chin. “You sure that’s wise?”

“No. Not being scared of you will probably be the worst mistake I’ll ever make.”

I cocked a brow in question, but she merely dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “I’m exhausted. Can you please take me home…wherever that might be?”

I wasn’t known for my ability to let go of conversations I didn’t feel were concluded or hadn’t gone my way. But I could see the dark shadows of exhaustion on her pretty face, and all I wanted to do was take care of her. It amazed me how I made a complete one-eighty when it came to this woman who had managed to become my drug of choice. The woman who was supposed to be nothing but a signature. A weapon in my arsenal against my father.

It was just past midnight, our arrival hidden within the darkness, our movement cast under the dim light of the full moon. I took her hand, and without saying a word, we exited the plane and walked toward the limousine waiting for us.

“A limo?” She looked at me in question with just a sliver of a grin on her perfect face.

“You’ve flown halfway across the world in my private plane, lived on my luxury yacht for months, and traveled to Milan in my helicopter to partake in some well-deserved retail therapy.” I shrugged. “So, I thought a drive in a luxury limousine would be a great way for New York to welcome you back.”

The smile on her face was priceless. As a man who had been surrounded by wealth all his life, I could confidently say this woman’s smile was worth more than any riches.

James closed the door as Mila and I slipped into the back seat of the limousine, then took his place behind the steering wheel and glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Tribeca?”

I nodded. “The Powell Building, Hudson Street.”

James started the limousine, and the privacy screen rolled up. Within seconds, it seemed like we were worlds apart from James.

Mila cut her gaze to me in surprise. “Tribeca?”

I grinned. “I take it you’re familiar with our destination.”

“Familiar in the sense that I’ve heard how the rich love flaunting their wealth in lavish luxury apartments while their personal chauffeurs and bodyguards drive them around.”

“That sounds about right.”

“You own an apartment there?”

“Recently purchased, yes.”

She frowned. “How recently?”

“Recently as in…yesterday.”

Mila shifted in her seat. “You purchased a million-dollar apartment yesterday without even viewing it first?”

“First,” I held up my hand, “it’s a five-million-dollar apartment. Second…yes, I bought it yesterday. And third, it is a small world thanks to the world wide web. Ninety-nine percent of the property I own was purchased from an online viewing alone.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How rich are you, exactly?”

“How many zeroes can your mind fathom without getting knotted?”

“Look at that,” she sneered with sarcasm.. “He’s richandfunny. I should count myself lucky.”

I smiled. “Indeed, you should.”

She tugged leisurely at the ends of her curls hanging over her shoulder. “I’ve only ever been there once. It was a quick drive-through with some friends, hoping we’d catch a glimpse of some of the A-listers who live there.”

“And did you?”

A hint of a smile curved at the corner of her mouth, which smothered the look of exhaustion on her face. “No. But it sure made me realize how easy one’s life could be when fate was on your side.”

I squeezed her hand as sympathy made my heart swell inside my chest. “You were born for riches, Mila. You’ve been done a great injustice by not living the life you deserved.”

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