Page 79 of Sinner's Storm

Jason knew who killed my dad and didn’t tell me.

I must have misheard because he wouldn’t keep something like that from me. He knew how I felt about my dad. He told me to trust him. That no matter what, he would protect me. How was keeping the truth from me, protecting me? I’d been clear from the beginning. I was good with the facts.

Was that why Montana hated me so much? Because he knew his dad killed my dad? Was that why he didn’t want me around? Because I was a reminder?

Who were these people? What gave them the right to decide who lived and who didn’t? No one was above the law. My dad and mom deserved justice like everyone else.

No.

I was right.

I didn’t belong here. I had nothing in common with these people. I refused to live the rest of my life, always looking over my shoulder in fear.

Making my way through the crowd, I saw the exit when someone grabbed my hand, halting me.

“Delany?” Illyria Valentinetti frowned, looking at me. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That Montana’s dad killed my dad?”

“What?”

Shaking my head, I ripped my hand away, taking several steps back. “I can’t do this. I won’t. All of you are fucking crazy. Monsters. Just leave me alone.”

“What’s going on?” her husband Maxim Fedorov whispered, walking over.

Illyria ignored him, holding out her hands. “Delany. I don’t know what’s going on, but let’s get you out of here. If you don’t want to be here, then we can go somewhere safe. Trust me.”

Looking at the beautiful woman, I glared. “You all keep saying that, but it’s nothing but lies. I can’t trust any of you.”

Turning, I ran from the room.

I had no idea where I was going, and I didn’t care, as long as I ran far enough away from all of them. Making my way down a long hallway, I looked for an exit when I heard someone giggle in the darkness.

Stopping, I looked around the room to find Jason with his hands on a beautiful woman. Her head thrown back in pleasure as he held her arms over her head, his face buried in her neck.

“That’s it, baby. Punish me,” she whispered loudly as her eyes landed on me. Smirking, she raised her leg, wrapping it around Jason, bringing his body closer to her. “Fuck me, Storm. I missed you so much.”

Backing up, my body hit a hard wall.

Arms wrapped around my waist when a hand quickly covered my mouth. Hot breath skimmed my neck as a whispered voice spoke, “If you want to get away from them, then come with me. I can help you. I knew your dad. He was innocent. They can’t help you. I can. Choose.”

Knowing my other option, I nodded.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Storm

Pushing Stephanie off me, I grabbed her around the neck, squeezing tightly as the bitch grinned, her body undulating like she was in fucking heat.

Bitch was fucking crazy.

No doubt about it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growled, tightening my grip as she licked her lips.