Page 69 of Sinful King
“What’s your name?” I asked, tipping my head.
“L-Lora Weston.”
She had to be about my mother’s age.
“How long you been with the church?”
“Four years.”
Less time than I’d been away from this place.
“Have you ever slept with my father? The pastor.”
Her big deep set eyes widened further.
“No! Never!”
I nodded.
“Go home and have a good Sunday, Lora. But do come back…” I flicked my gaze to Liam. “Lock the door behind her and put a man at every exit in the sanctuary when you’re finished.”
Nobody was leaving until after we sent my mother off properly.
I opened the doors to the sanctuary and stepped inside, heading straight for the front.
Church members showing up after the sermon had started wasn’t anything new but never do they walk down the middle aisle.
It didn’t take long for the murmurs to start, especially after my father stopped mid-sentence at the sight of me. He glanced back at Blake and then immediately tried to take control.
“Don’t be alarmed,” he said to the congregation as he stepped around the podium with his gaze on me. “My daughter has finally returned home. Come…”
He held his hand out as if to coax me to him and I couldn’t help but laugh.
The audacity of this man but I went to him, even let him take my hand to help me up the three steps leading to the pulpit.
But when we were close enough, he flicked the off button on the mic and leaned in.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I smiled.
“Sending my mother off, of course,” I said, raising my hand to signal for them to enter with the casket.
He looked past me and the shock then pure anger in his eyes made me so happy.
“You made your move and now I’m making mine,” I whispered. “Now, either sit the fuck down or I’ll embarrass you much worse than this.”
There were no options left for him, other than following my directive or calling the police. And we both knew he didn’t want to do that.
I couldn’t control the congregation but he could. Him sitting meant they wouldn’t panic.
“You’ll answer for this.”
He handed me the mic and I flicked it on before responding.
“Not before you do.”
I spun around in my five inch heels and smiled as I stepped to the large acrylic podium, much different than the wooden one that’d been here four years ago.
