Page 89 of Sinful Kingdom

“Yeah, okay. You good?” he shouts back.

“Yeah, man. I’m good. Promise.” Soft footsteps move away from the door as our eyes hold. “I love you, Evie. But I kinda love that kid too.”

My heart shatters in my chest at his confession.

“I sincerely hope you like Blakely too, because we kind of come as a package deal.”

“Yeah, I guess she’s okay. Hot,” he says teasingly. “Who doesn’t want a hot sister-in-law.”

“You’re a knob,” I mutter, pulling the door open and going in search of some clothes.

“She is though,” he calls after me. “Hottest housekeeper Dad has ever had. And let me tell you, he’s had some fucking good ones. There was this one when we were almost sixteen. Damn, the tits on that woman.”

When I look back, he’s resting against the doorframe with a smirk on his face.

“Tell me you haven’t fucked any of your dad’s housekeepers before,” I demand, refusing to comment on anything else he just said.

He pauses, and it’s all I need.

“I don’t want to know.”

“I didn’t go after her, if that’s what you think. My grandfather planted her to help… train me.”

A shudder rips through me.

“If your mother hadn’t already offed him, I’d be at the front of the line to do it myself,” I spit as anger at the old man gets the better of me.

“Oh don’t worry— wait… what?”

“Umm…”

“Mum killed him?” His eyes are so wide as he asks that question I’m sure they’re about to pop out.

The air crackles between us as I try to come up with something to say, but I can’t. Gianna told me… she… shit. What did she say? All I can remember is being sure that she was confessing to it. I wasn’t exactly in the best headspace to be taking on those kinds of revelations.

Before I figure anything out, Alex has blown out of the room, leaving me standing naked with a pair of knickers in my hand.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, rushing to get dressed so I can chase after him.

He’s still slow, so there’s every chance I’ll get to him before he accuses his own mother of being a murderer.

The moment I’m decent, I dart from the room. But Alex is long gone.

“Fucking hell.” I skid around the bannister at the bottom of the stairs and follow the laughter, just as Alex marches into the room.

“Alex?” Gianna says, her eyes locked on him as he closes the space between them.

“Is it true?” he demands, his voice deep and harrowing.

I come to a stop in the doorway, but my movement catches Gianna’s eye and she nods.

“Did you… did you…kill him?” he whispers because Zay is in the room.

“Zay, shall we go out and have a kick about?” Blake asks, climbing from the sofa they’re sitting on.

He’s wary. His eyes are glued to Alex as he reluctantly follows her out. It seems that he might be just as overprotective of Alex as Alex is him.

I scruff up his hair as he passes, which he hates, but the only sound that spills from his lips is laughter. It’s so good to hear after all the crying in the past few days.

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