Page 37 of Sinful King
“Lastly, help Rían find someone worthy. I’m concerned about that one.”
The fuck was my da going on about?
“You seem really invested in our love lives,” Finnegan said. “You good? You ain’t bout to die, right? I can’t deal with that kind of headache at the moment, so keep living, big homie. Alright? Oh and while everyone is here Violet and I decided on a Valentine’s day wedding.”
Less than three weeks away, I thought.
“An all black theme,” my ma added, looking between him and Violet with concern. “I know we aren’t a normal family but does it have to be…”
Blair began to approach and all my attention shifted to her.
“Can we talk?” she asked.
I nodded and took her hand, removing ourselves from whatever the fuck my brother and his fiancée had going on and into the library.
“Sean, I—”
“The year before I met you, I watched my grandmother get shot in the head and forced myself to forget. I still… I don’t… I haven’t really let myself feel anything about it, at least I thought so. But maybe you felt the fear I have of losing you to this life in me before I realized it was there.”
She walked up on me and wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands instinctively went to her waist and applied pressure there.
“The truth is I was afraid you wouldn’t want me involved at all because of my upbringing,” she said softly, her lips and nose brushing mine. “And I wasn’t weak per se but I wasn’t who I am today, either. So, yes, maybe I felt your fear same as you felt like I needed help all those years ago. And maybe, it played a factor in how I decided to move, but it doesn’t change how you’ve always responded in support of me. So, let me support you fears and all.”
I bit her bottom lip before I could stop myself and she pressed herself closer.
“I forgive you,” I muttered into her mouth.
I always would.
She earned that kind of loyalty out of me long before today. This one fuck up in the sixteen years I’d known her deserved grace.
In truth, Blair deserved all the fucking grace in the world.
THIRTEEN
blair
19 YEARS OLD
SEAN (20 YEARS OLD) - SUMMER BREAK
The only goodthing about coming home for summer break washim.I hadn’t accounted for how much I might miss Sean when deciding on FSU, but so far I didn’t regret my decision to branch out.
Did you make it?
I replied quickly to Esi.
Unfortunately, yes.
You can always come back. My abuelo won’t notice your presence at the estate.
Her abuelo was not your typical grandfather, but I’d never met mine on either side and had nothing to compare him to.
Thanks, Esi. But you know why I’m home. I’ll see you two weeks before classes start.
I entered the church and frowned.
There were three ways to go from the main entrance, down to the basement, up the steps toward the sanctuary or up another flight of stairs leading to balcony seating and my father’s study.
