Page 46 of Broken By Sin

I’m a dead man!

Not wanting to wake her, I quietly try to slip out of the bed but freeze when she speaks but doesn’t even open her eyes. “You make more noise than a toddler and can’t sneak out of my bed for shit.”Fuck it, may as well die with empty balls, I think as I jump on top of her and nestle my way between her legs. She lazily blinks her eyes open and smiles up at me.

“How many people have you had to sneak out of your bed?” I try to sound light and humorous but the truth is, I’m dying to know if she has had someone else in her bed.

“Just one.” I growl.

“What’s his address? I’m gonna kill the fucker,” I snarl.

“Now, Loki, what fun would it be if you killed yourself?” She laughs when my face slackens, so I tickle her until she is a withering mess beneath me and begging for mercy. Her laughter dies and I stop moving the second someone bangs on her door. Our eyes meet for a second and I can tell we are both thinking the same thing, what if it’s her dad?

“Chanel!” At the sound of his angry shout, I leap off her only to roll straight off the bed and land on the floor with a thud. She quickly slips off the bed and does nothing to mask her laughter as she snags her robe off the back of the bathroom door.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn her but she winks and heads for the door. I scramble to find my jeans and manage to pull them up and zip them up just as she opens the door, but the button is still undone. Rather than be discreet and open the door just enough for him to see her, she swings the fucking thing wide open. I pale the moment he tears his gaze from her to look at me. I watch his eyes darken at the sight of me half undressed in his daughter's room. I really don’t want to fight with Vincent. He fucking hit me yesterday and I was surprised I didn’t end up with a full-on black eye. Don’t get me wrong, my cheek and my eye are slightly bruised but not badly.

“Oh this is just–”

“We’ll meet you downstairs shortly, Dad,” she singsongs as she spins on her heel, heading for the bathroom, leaving the bedroom door wide open and me and Vincent alone as she closes her bathroom door. I debate jumping out the window and making a run for it, but then I remembered the promise I made to her last night, if this is going to work between us, I need to prove to her father that I can be man enough to fight for his daughter and weather whatever he throws at me.

I open my mouth to say something but still when his gaze drops, and I know the exact moment he spots his daughter’s name and calling card because his face contorts. A range of emotions splay across his face, outrage being the most prominent.

“I love her,” I blurt out.

He slowly lifts his gaze to mine, his mouth presses into a firm line and his eyes crinkle at the corners. I don’t fear Vincent per se, what I do fear however is his hatred for me becoming a factor in my relationship with his daughter. I know Sin is a badass and can hold her own but I also know she loves and idolizes her father. She told me so herself.

“You may be theDraugur,but I am the Bloodhound. You only continue to breathe because of her. Until you prove yourself worthy of her, you will never have a free pass with me.”

“I can do that,” I answer honestly. He rakes his gaze over me in disgust and that shit pisses me off. “I know I’m not who you hoped would end up with your daughter. I don’t blame you for doubting me given our past. I also know I can never give her the life she deserves but I will bust my ass every single fucking day to put a smile on her face and make sure she knows she is loved unconditionally by me.”

“When your boss asks you to flip on her, what then?”

I stand tall and hold his gaze so he can see the seriousness in my own. “When this is all over and Quintin is brought to justice, I will hand in my resignation. I learned the hard way that the good guys aren’t always the ones carrying badges.” His gaze bores into mine.

“My opinion of you has nothing to do with your bank account and everything to do with the fact you have hurt my daughter, not once but twice.” I flinch, I fucking hate hearing how much pain I have caused her. “I may have money in my bank account, but I never spent much of it. I lived in the forest isolated and alone until I met my wife. I only knew true wealth when I allowed myself to love her and create a life. You hurt the life I created and for that, I will make you pay. I just haven’t figured out how yet.” He leaves me standing here mulling over his underlying threat as he turns and walks away.

“Well, at least he didn’t throw hands this time.” I snap my gaze to the side and glare at my sinfully dreadful woman.

“For the stunt you just pulled, you’re going to be making it up to me by closing that door and getting on your fucking knees,” I growl.

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I sit out on the back patio of Royal’s house, with my laptop on the table and a beer in my hand. I came out here after Ro and Xav left. I’m grateful for my boys coming here with me but they had to head home and get back to work. I was going to head out with them, until my girl shot me a look that begged me to stay without words, so here I am.

I scroll through the records of the Jones case, compiling all the evidence I can gather against Quintin. Killing the director of the FBI isn’t that easy, so Royal and Sin agreed it would be easier if I arrested him and we allowed the court to decide his fate. With that decision made, I’m now tasked with compiling intel on him. Benny checked in earlier and told me he managed to plant a bug in Q’s office. I’ve been listening all day but nothing he has said is anything I can use it court since the bug was planted without a warrant. All I need is for him to make or receive a call from Halil.

“I’m surprised she didn’t kill you.” I look up to see Chaos coming toward me with two beers in his hand. I thank him when he hands me one.

“Why are you surprised?” I ask after finishing off the lukewarm one I was nursing. I wait for him to answer as he takes a seat across from me.

“Chanel doesn’t do second chances and from what I hear, you are on your third and final.”

“I guess I’m just lucky,” I answer, then take a sip of my cold beer.

“Nah, man, you’re fucking insane,” he says, then laughs. Cocking my head to the side as I’m confused I ask, “What?”

“Dude, anyone who knows my cousin knows not to get on her bad side, because she will nail your ass. You are fucking crazy because you legit fucked her over twice and still came back.” I scrunch my face in distaste. “Teach me how the fuck you do it.”

“Do what?”

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