Page 115 of Sinful King
Finn meeting and pursuing Violet had been a breaking point. Blair and I were barely able to catch each other for a phone call, let alone see one another, everything was so hectic.
“What did I say?”
“Sometimes we meet our person and everything becomes about them. We lose sight.”
Mmm.
“I never lost sight when it came to Blair though,” I told her, deciding to be a little open. “But Iwasjealous and feeling a little guilty for making her wait, while I put the family first. Even went as far as blaming our distance on why she’d fucked with Niamh’s code.”
The server set our food in front of us and we immediately began to dig in, neither of us speaking again until after a few hefty bites.
“Mm,” Violet hummed. “Qofte is pan fried meatballs, right?”
I nodded and she hummed again.
“I like Blair.”
That brought a smile to my face.
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
She actually stole a piece of grilled Qebapa—a mix of lamb and beef—from my plate and I knew I’d won her over. It was important Violet embraced being part of this family. I wanted her to know I respected her.
“She wants to be good even though it’s not her. I find that admirable. And she’s smart, thinks before she speaks. We bonded and I respect her even more after that.”
I opened my mouth to respond, to thank her for seeing Blair for who she was, but the man we’d been waiting on entered with two of his men flanking his sides.
“Got company.”
Violet smiled and kept eating, removing one hand from the table.
“Mind if I join,” the big surly muthafucka asked, pulling a chair up and taking a seat.
I chuckled.
“The display of power thing is the worst way to start this conversation,” I mused, sitting back. “I’d advise trying again before I let her kill you.”
His eyes drifted to Violet, who was still chowing down like none of this mattered, but I knew she was holding her gun on him under the table.
I was positive he thought he had the upper hand, but that was the furthest from the truth. An O’Sullivan never went into enemy territory without backup.
Violet and I were not alone.
“You’re in my establishment.”
“Enjoying lunch with my sister-in-law,” I quipped. “You want to start a fight with paying customers?” I waved around the now empty restaurant. “We tip good.”
Violet snorted and my lips curved into a smirk. I wasn’t doing shit but poking the bear, hoping he’d bite.
“Why are you here?” he asked again. “Albanian territory is off limits to the Irish or whatever you are.”
I tsked at his weak attempt to rile me up. Nobody could ever get me out my body over being Black and Irish, more of the former than the latter.
My skin was dark; the police would only ever see me as a Black man and that’s exactly what the fuck I was. And proud of it!
Fuck anybody who said otherwise.
“I find that funny, seeing as you’ve been plotting on me and mine with someone close to my family. He’s allowed in your territory but we aren’t? How disappointing. He doesn’t have any real power, which I’m sure you’ve figured out by now.”
