Page 156 of Sinful King
“Don’t be using my baby nickname for me all willy nilly, old man.”
But I didn’t let him go even as I said it.
The feeling of not wanting to do this. Not wanting to be my father’s heir wasn’t there anymore.
“You’ll do good,” he murmured, pulling back to look me in my eyes. “I’m confident in that.”
Myultimate goalwas to protect this family and its values, good, bad or indifferent.
epilogue two
BLAIR
JUSTICE SERVED - FIVE MONTHS LATER
I knewhe’d do it.
And I loved every second of making him suffer, thinking I was upset about it.
When I’d turned on the news this morning and saw the headline, I knew it was my husband’s doing.
Caden was found hung in his cell, hours before his sentencing.
Sean walked into our newly renovated brownstone after a meeting at the docks with the head of the Barlowe family out of D.C. He’d just become the newest addition to the Delegation and wanted in our transport business in exchange for access to the government routes in his possession.
More doors were opening by the second.
In the last eight months, we’d expanded into Miami, aligned ourselves comfortably with the Fortune family and their security firm, and now the Barlowe family.
Until Demetrius conquered whatever he had going on in Everwood, the iron pipeline being ours was on a need to know basis.
For his safety and ours.
“You hungry, Amoy?” Sean asked from somewhere in the kitchen, trying to get me to talk to him.
I had my feet kicked up on the coffee table, phone in hand while I texted Gianna and Violet.
We’d grown closer over the last eight months, inseparable really.
He texted Cian and asked if I talked to you today.
Gianna had given birth to the cutest baby girl a few months back and was still recovering from a difficult delivery.
Thankfully she had a great doctor, who understood the plight of Black woman when it came to childbirth. And it was a bonus Galina Moretti was married to her sister-in-law’s twin brother.
Put the man out his misery. Finn told him you were fuming.
I chuckled.
Always the instigator, that one.
Fine. I’ll go end his suffering now.
I went into the kitchen but he wasn’t there. We had two stairwells, one near the front entrance and the another that led into a dining nook.
“Oisin,” I called, walking up the steps.
He didn’t respond and I frowned, checking his office once on the top floor and then heading straight for our bedroom.
