Page 21 of Merciless Sinner

I never saw Kevin again, and he hasn’t been in touch. It was understandable because I wasn’t his responsibility, and he couldn’t help me any more than he already did.

I stayed at the convent for several months until I was asked to leave. They were worried about the possible danger I posed to them and the vulnerable people who relied on them.

I never argued or begged to stay because it got to a stage where they started treating me badly and I began to distrust them. I never doubted the possibility that they could hand me over to my enemies if the need arose to protect themselves.

Left on my own, I bounced from country to country, watching my back continuously. I didn't stay anywhere for too long, and I purposely didn't meet people, because I didn't trust anyone. It wasn't until I got to Monte Carlo that I felt I'd been running for long enough.

I prayed things would be okay, and they kind of were for a while. I even made friends with some of the girls at the café.

But now that life has once again blown up in my face, I feel like I should have known something would happen.

I really don’t know what I’m going to do.

I wipe the flow of tears with the heal of my hand and dry my hands on the baggy tunic I was given when I got here.

The police took me in naked with Petr’s blood all over me and disgraced me further by marching me into the station just like that for everyone to see.

Now I’m looking at the very real possibility of being imprisoned for murder, and I haven’t got a leg to stand on, and no one to turn to.

Footsteps sound on the floor outside the cell.

I look toward the metal rails locking me in, and my body goes as hard as steel when my gaze lands on Virgo walking beside the officer who put me in here.

My heart revs, beating way too fast, so fast it affects my breathing, making my lungs burn.

He’s here.

What does this mean?

How did he find out where I was?

The last thing he said to me before I landed myself in more shit was that he’d take care of whatever trouble I was in, but now I’m in so much more trouble.

“Visitor for you,” the guard announces in a sarcastic tone, as if I should take every opportunity to see anyone who wants to see me before I’m locked away somewhere I’ll never see the light of day again.

He slides the bar open, and Virgo walks in, tall and proud, and foreboding, giving me God of War vibes again.

I straighten and lower my legs so my bare feet are flat against the cold floor, but I’m so drained from this haggard experience I grip on to the edge of the seat.

The guard closes the door, leaving me enclosed with Virgo.

When he looks at me, memories of that kiss we shared reignite the embers still burning my lips.

With a kiss like that, I could imagine where it would lead if we’d been alone in a room somewhere.

It’s scary when I think that I might have allowed him to take me without a second thought.

Maybe I really have gone crazy, or I’m more fucked up than I realized.

Didn’t I sign a contract to be an escort only days ago?

Virgo steps closer, and I catch the alluring scent of his musky aftershave and his power. That power has a life of its own and fills the space between us and around us with invisible fingers reaching out to every corner and crevice of the room.

He leans against the wall opposite me, and I gaze back at his handsome face with his dark beauty that reminds me so much of a twisted story-book prince.

I keep my gaze fixed on him, watching and assessing him, waiting for him to speak. Because I don’t know what to say.

“Did you kill Petr?” he asks, his voice as cold as the cell.

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