Page 124 of Sinful King
We watched her and Liam talk for a short time before he moved past her to the bags she’d come with.
“I’m not out for revenge, Sean O’Sullivan,” she said, approaching us with eyes on me. “Let me tell you why, so we can move past this cause I’m tired and don’t want to have this conversation after a good sleep…” the tiny thing yawned and dropped her shoulders. “All I know is Blair saved my life when she didn’t know who I was at all. My dad ain’t come for me. Not even my abuelo, but a complete stranger caught her first body for me. I don’t care what happens, my loyalty is hers.”
I released Blair without responding and she immediately pulled Esmeralda into a hug. Giving them a minute to themselves, I helped Liam with the bags.
“Don’t fight it,” I told him, waiting for his eyes to meet mine before I finished. “Whatever you’re feeling don’t fight it or you’ll be in for a world of hurt. If you’re going to pursue her, do that shit the right way, or not at all. It’d be a shame if her nut ass skinned one of my best men alive.”
He still looked conflicted but I was certain he’d figure it out when she started giving him a run for his money.
A door shut and Esmeralda turned in her seat, eyes peering at Liam.
“I’m ready to go.”
Mmm.
I held my chuckle and turned, heading for the truck Blair and I had come in after meeting then splitting up with Finn, Violet and Lorcan, who took them to the condo they were renting in Brooklyn.
Blair had already gotten into the front seat, and I reached for her hand the second I slid into mine, bringing those soft fingers to my lips.
“Tell me something, beautiful goddess.”
Her gaze lifted from our hands and settled on me, as I started us up.
“What, little deer?”
I followed Liam to the exit, turning right while he went left, before responding.
“Do you want to build a home from the ground up or buy something and gut it?”
“Mmm,” she hummed. “I guess it depends. Building something would mean moving further away from the city and we do too much business here to be far out full-time.”
I nodded, having thought of that.
“But,” she went on. “We could be like how it was for you guys growing up. A home away from home, where we raise our kids and a place in the city.”
“Grab my phone and open the text from Mercy.”
She obliged and I waited for her opinion, letting the silence wrap around us until she spoke again.
“I like Brooklyn for us. The second brownstone she sent is basically gutted. I like the idea of transforming it.”
I hummed.
“I’ll start the buying process in the morning. You want me to cash it out?”
She set my phone down and leaned into my arm, fingers still linked with mine.
“Yeah, might as well. Plus, we’ll be able to close sooner. I guess my place can be for business only.”
Her voice had gotten softer and softer, so when she finished her statement I knew she was sleep.
I carried her in once we were home, letting the guard on duty tonight park my car.
“Oisin,” she murmured as I stepped into the apartment and went straight for the bedroom. “I love you.”
She pressed a kiss to my neck, right in that spot that always got me worked up.
“I love you too, Amoy.”
