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Because what the hell was she doing here dressed like that? Looking like that? In his house?
Her eyes dropped. She turned and rushed back up the stairs without saying a word to me.
What? Did I scare her now?
I stood there, trying to shake the weird twist in my gut. My fists clenched on reflex.
Saint finally looked at me.
“You coming in, or just here to catch flies?”
His tone was flat and disinterested.
I stepped further in and shut the door behind me.
My mind was racing so hard for no reason, but I kept my face blank…
But something in that picture I just walked in on didn’t sit right with me.
Not one fucking bit.
“I didn’t know you were into family, Saint.”
His brow lifted. “Watch it.”
I scoffed. “What? Did I walk in on some sweet sibling bonding? You usually leave your girls that fucked–up–looking after round two, or is she getting special treatment because of the family ties?”
Saint just downed his Scotch and said, without looking at me, “Whatever I do with my stepsister isn’t your business.”
The words hit me wrong.
I couldn’t say why.
Maybe it was how casual he said it. Because I was certain it was not because some part of me was trying to see Eve as something more… No. I didn’t even know the fucking girl.
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I walked past him, sat my ass down and poured myself a drink.
“You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that,” I muttered, taking a sip. “You found the girl from that night and I didn’t even think to tell me?”
He shrugged. “You had someone looking for her, too. I figured whoever got her first got to decide
what to do with her.”
“That’s not the fucking point and you know it.” I hissed. “Eight months, Saint. Eight. You knew I was
losing sleep over her. You knew what she meant to me.”
He took a lazy sip. “She’s alive. That’s what you wanted.”
I scoffed. “You were going to kill her.”
He didn’t deny it.
I narrowed my eyes. “She didn’t kill your mother, Saint. It was a fucking watch.”
His head snapped toward me.
And in that second, the temperature dropped.
“The fuck did you just say?”
I met his gaze, “You heard me.”
His jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might snap. “Don’t bring my mother into this.” He said in that voice that always hinted at an impending danger.
His mother? That was always a very sensitive topic for him.
But I didn’t flinch. “Then stop acting like the girl stole your bloodline. It was a watch. One you probably forgot you even had until that day you wore it and it went missing.”
He looked at me, dead in the eyes. “It’s not just about a watch. She fucking stole from me. After fucking me.” he said simply. “That kind of disrespect needs consequences.”
“No. We fucked her. She didn’t ‘fuck us.‘ That girl didn’t seduce us. She didn’t even know our names! She was desperate, Saint. She needed money. You think she enjoyed that shit? Did you see what we did to her?”
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There was silence.
“She was desperate. She needed the money for her mother’s meds.”
He scoffed. “And I needed my Rolex. But here we are.”
I leaned forward, dropping my glass on the table between us.
“Saint. Let her go. Let this shit go. I’ll get you a brand–new Rolex. Hell, I’ll get you ten. Just stop this shit. You’ve made your point. Don’t ruin her life over one fucking mistake.”
He was dead quiet. Just staring at his glass as if he was consulting it for answers to give to me.
Then he stood slowly and walked to the window. “If you’re going to hide her… hide her well.”
I turned. “That’s not a yes.”
He faced me. “Because the next time I see her, I’ll kill her.”
His voice was flat.
But not as venomous as it had been when this all started. It wasn’t filled with rage.
That meant something.
“You’re a fucking drama queen, you know that?” I said, standing up. “All this over a watch? What’s next? A public hanging because she scratched your car?”
He smirked faintly. “Depends. Is it the Aston Martin?”
“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, finishing my drink and heading to the door.
“Keep her out of my way, Kyrie,” he said behind me, “I’m serious.”
I glanced back. “Noted.”
I stepped out, but in the back of my mind, something scratched at me. Saint wasn’t as pissed as he
should’ve been.
I knew I intended to convince him… But this was way too easy.
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And its fucking with my head.
Why did he give in so easily?
Just like that…?
What the hell is going on?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
