21
Arsen
I’ve known about Fiore and Sin’s little flirtation for days. Weeks, actually. I should have realized the first time I saw the connection there in her eyes. I should have fired him.
Fuck, I should have killed him just for looking at what is mine.
Instead, I’m racing across the front lawn at a ridiculously early hour in the morning, where several of my guards have captured Sin. I pull my gun out of the back of my pants, holding it at the ready. He’s sputtering in Spanish, telling his men that they should be attacking me. Yelling about loyalty, or some s**t.
But Sin should know that these men value the price of gold above loyalty. He is one of them after all, mercenaries down to a man. My antennae went up a few days ago, and then I had a private talk with each of his men.
Ergo,
