Page 105 of Sweet Sin

“For fuck’s sake,” he says when he sees me.

I try to calm my rapid heartbeat. “Hello, Giancarlo.”

“Hello, bitch.”

I breathe in. One, two, three… “The other night at the restaurant, you thought you knew me. Thought we had met.”

“I knew who you were.”

“I get that now.”

“Get the hell out of here. It’s thanks to you I’m in this hellhole.”

“What did you expect?” I keep my voice steady. “You trespassed, held Falcon at gunpoint, and you were going to kidnap me.”

He says nothing.

Of course not. I know the drill. You say nothing that could be used against you.

That’s been drilled into my head since I could understand the words.

“What do you want?” he demands.

“I’m just checking on you.”

His lips move as if he’s trying to smile but can’t quite get there. “To make sure you’re not a murderer?”

I steel myself, will myself to stay calm. “I wouldn’t be a murderer anyway. You and I both know that.”

He doesn’t reply.

Yup. He can’t.

He lifts his arm an inch, displaying his IV. “As you can see, I’m going to live. I got four units of blood, and I’m still weak.”

“You’re living because of Falcon, and you know it. Or didn’t they tell you how he saved your stupid life?”

Nothing, of course.

“I hope you’re planning to let Jordan go. I can’t have her involved with the likes of you.”

“Who she sees is her business.”

“And mine. She’s one of my best friends, and I sure as hell don’t want her involved in what you do for a living.”

No reply.

“Fine. We’ll leave it at that. You’re alive thanks to Falcon Bellamy. You owe him your life. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh, he won’t.”

I jerk at the voice.

The voice that turns my insides into quivering snakes. The voice that once said “I love you.”

I turn.

Miles McAllister stands in the doorway to Giancarlo’s room.

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