Page 17 of Sinner's Malice
I wasn’t surprised.
I wasn’t happy either, but this was Malice I was talking about. The man didn’t believe in boundaries, and because of him and his connections, I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Sinclair.
Mercy whistled, shaking his head. “Crispin Ulysses Sinclair is no joke. I’ve met the man. He’s something else.”
“Good or bad?” Montana asked.
“Let me put it this way.” Mercy smirked. “If you think Malice is uptight and closed off, imagine him a thousand times worse. Crispin Sinclair isn’t a man you ever want to fucking cross. He’s got his hands in everything, and I mean everything. He is a self-made billionaire who doesn’t give two fucks about anything or anyone. If he wants something, nothing will stop him from achieving his goal. The man is singular and extremely fucking dangerous. Makes Malice look like a fucking marshmallow. Oh, and just so you know, if he has eyes on the Playground, then there is something in this city he fucking wants. He only moves into an area when it’s beneficial to him.”
“Well, this Sinclair guy is offering Malice three times what he’s asking for. In cash,” Storm stated.
Montana gasped. “I know the Playground is exclusive but three times the asking price. What the fuck were you able to find on him?”
Storm sighed. “Not a damn thing. All I know is that Sinclair sent over a very detailed and lengthy contract, stipulating everything he is willing to give Malice if he agrees to sell the Playground to him within the next thirty days. From a business standpoint, the deal would make the club bank. Put us in the red for the next two years.”
“That’s if Malice will sell.” Mercy groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “With everything going on, I don’t see him being amiable to anything at the moment.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, walking over to Montana, who slowly shook his head, stopping both brothers from saying anything.
“It’s nothing, Silver. Just club business,” the aggravating man replied.
“Don’t feed me the company line, Montana. I know something is wrong. I’m not stupid. I’ve been around all of you long enough to know the signs. What is going on with Malice?”
Kissing the side of my head, the man simply said, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about him. Just concentrate on making this place livable. Storm, Mercy, let’s go.”
Knowing Montana wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I stayed silent while the three men left, leaving me alone with Tessa and Largo.
The second the elevator doors closed, I looked at the women and waited. Tessa sighed, shaking her head.
“Don’t ask me. The jerk hasn’t told me shit.”
“Mercy is the same. Whatever is going on with Malice, all the brothers are tight-lipped about it. No one is saying anything.”
“Which means Montana ordered them to stay silent.”
Both women nodded.
Well shit.
Chapter Four
Silver
The second I turned off the shower, I knew I wasn’t alone.
I couldn’t explain it, but I felt it deep in my gut.
He was here.
He was in my new home, and I knew it.
Reaching for a towel, I quickly wrapped it around myself and took a deep breath, because I knew the second I left the bathroom, my life would change irrevocably. With all the courage I could muster, I quietly exited my bathroom to find all the lights off. He preferred the dark. So did I. It was one thing we had in common. Yet, something about the darkness terrified me tonight. I could feel his anger palpating around me, like the beat of a heart, getting stronger by the minute.
He was close.
Standing still, I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.
“Why are you here?”