Page 24 of Sinful King
“What does this sound like to you?” I asked, giving my cousin another test.
“Sounds like—”
I held my hand up to stop Aoife from speaking.
“It sounds like someone is looking to sew discord within your network. But also, I think we might need to put out a red alert.”
A red alert meant to be more diligent in keeping your head on a swivel. Someone was out to harm us.
I flicked Tadhg’s forehead and he reared back with a frown.
“Good job.”
His frown deepened after my compliment.
“I’m older than you! Don’t treat me like I’m five.”
“Don’t treat me like I’m five,” I mocked as I came to terms with two things.
I missed my brothers.
And I hated being the heir.
What a boring fucking life.
NINE
blair
17 YEARS OLD
SEAN (18 YEARS OLD)
Today washis birthday and I wasn’t allowed to leave the house.
I wanted to throw a fit but kept cool while checking the hidden feed in my father’s office. Everyone was there, including Caden and Blake.
Something big happened. And of course I was out of the loop.
I almost regretted putting the camera with audio in his study at the church because it meant having no sound to get up to speed at home.
But Sean had been teaching me how to read a room on body language alone. He said it was to keep myself safe when he wasn’t around but I had a feeling he’d done it for other reasons.
From this angle it seemed all the attention was on Caden. And for a lot of reasons, my stomach dropped.
He’d done it again, hadn’t he? My gut said yes.
I didn’t understand why my father wouldn’t send him away. He was a problem—a problem that could make the business suffer.
Make the church suffer.
A man who couldn’t take no for an answer didn’t deserve grace from anyone, in my opinion, but especially not the pastor of the church his atrocities kept occurring in.
But then again, my dad didn’t have any morals of his own.
With a sigh, I went into my closet, got down on the floor and tugged one of my floor boards up. Beneath were a couple notebooks, photos, and cassette tapes. I grabbed the newest notebook and flipped it open, my gaze taking in the last time I made note of Caden’s crimes.
Only eight months ago.
