Page 141 of Sinful King
The manifest only had their names on it, which told me neither would actually get on. It was simply to cover his tracks.
Didn’t matter because we were one step ahead. And apparently so was my husband, because not even thirty minutes after our rival, a black Escalade pulled to a stop in front of us.
Except the man that stepped out was not who I expected at all.
“Sheldon Black, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
I walked toward him.
“Your husband is cashing in on a favor,” he said nonchalantly, leaning against the driver’s door. “Just so happened to be in Long Island taking care of something. I’m here to make sure you leave here without a scratch.
Ah.
So, that’s why he’d put me on mute, which also told me he was up to no good in the city.
After about twenty-minutes, Ziad let us board the plane—only Sheldon came with—and we settled beside one another toward the back.
I watched from the window as they moved the cars until everybody was out of sight.
“Heard your wife is usually by your side,” I said, cutting my eyes at him.
Our gazes met and he tossed me a little smirk.
“She’ll have something to say about the little detour. We move together for a reason.”
I hummed.
“Is it true, your marriage was arranged before you were born?”
“That it was,” he confirmed. “Parents were out of pocket for that but it brought me the love of my life and later our two kids as a result, so all is forgiven.”
I laughed and sat back, crossing my legs.
They had a daughter, Storm and a son, Sheldon Junior.
“Jaslyn sent me with some information to pass your way.”
Our eyes met and I frowned.
“She couldn’t pass it along herself?”
“Ashton sidelined her on this. Ain’t shit you can do about it when he speaks up. It was affecting her, will probably affect you too.”
He said it like it was fact and nothing else.
“Your cous… brother…” his brows lifted when he said it. “He’s been doing this for a long time. Jaslyn thinks her serial rapist case from a couple years back is connected but her brother is looking into that. I’ll give you something after this…” he tipped his head toward the window. “The guest of honor has arrived.”
I whipped my head around and sure enough my dad had arrived and was making his way to the plane, bags in tow.
Sheldon already had his gun resting on his thigh when I pulled mine.
“What’s in Florida, Nathaniel?” I asked as he emerged, standing to immediately make myself known. “Answer and I’ll shoot you in the head, quick and easy.”
He stopped, looked back to find Siobhan blocking his way.
“And if I don’t answer,” he challenged, looking at the man who hadn’t moved from his seat. “No Sean?”
He had the fucking nerve to smile, like I couldn’t handle him without my husband. Annoyed by his assumption, I tipped my head, Siobhan stepped out of range and I took a shot, smiling when it hit him in the arm.
