Page 19 of Sweet Sin

It’s not my grandfather.

They’re not coming after me to do more dirty work. How could I have thought that? They can find hundreds of mercenaries who will be happy to look the other way.

No.

It’s a rival family who’s doing this. A rival organization.

It could be one of many, but already I’m sure who must be behind it.

Miles McAllister.

The man I was supposed to marry.

Our marriage would have created an alliance between the Bianchis and the McAllisters.

But I said no.

And they let me say no. Twice.

I hastily get into my clothes and do as Falcon requested, throwing his T-shirt and underwear into the changing room. I grab both of our phones and head back to Falcon, where he’s still sitting with Giancarlo.

The other one—the dark-haired one—is still out cold.

I hand him his phone. “Here you go.”

He looks at it. “Shit. I’m out of juice. Let me see yours.”

I hand him mine. “Who are you going to call?”

“The only person who I know will help us.”

“Your dad?”

“God no. I can’t bother my father with this. He needs to be focused on Raven. Just an old friend. At least I thought he was at one time.” He looks at my phone. “Shit. I don’t even know how to get hold of him. I hope he has the same number.”

“You remember his number?”

“I’ve known his cell number since he and I both got phones when we were twelve. I can only hope he still has the same one.”

Falcon taps some numbers into the phone.

Then, in the distance, the wail of sirens—like a wolf howling at the moon before he attacks.

These sirens will save the two men…but Falcon and I? We’ll be…

I can’t even think about it, but we have no choice. We have to face what we’ve done.

“Shit.” Falcon stands. “Let’s go.”

I grab his hand, wincing at the pain from my cuts. “They’ll come after us.”

He sighs. “I know. You’re right. But damn it, Vannah, I’m not going back in the slammer.”

“You haven’t done anything. This is all me.”

“This isn’t on you. This is all self-defense. But I’m an ex-con, Vannah. They’re going to presume I’m guilty.”

“I’ll tell them you’re not.” I point to Giancarlo on the ground. “All you did was knock that other guy out. I’m the one who did…this.”

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