Page 61 of Sinner's Malice
“My little birds are everywhere.” Maxim smirked evilly as he looked around the park. “And may I congratulate you, Malice, on your choice of women? Arianwen is a lovely young woman.”
I growled again, ignoring the annoying fucker. Ever since he and Illyria had gotten their shit together, the Russian fucker had done a one-eighty. He was downright personable now.
It was fucking freaky as hell, and I hated it.
“Was there a meeting I wasn’t aware of?” Matthew Law asked, walking over and smiling as he bit into a cherry snow cone.
What the fuck was happening?
“Go away, Law.” Montana groaned. “Don’t need you here.”
“Technically, you’re in my front yard, dickhead. See that big building right over there? It’s mine. I own it.”
“Keep talking smack and my club will buy the damn thing and throw your ass into the street,” Montana threatened, and Matthew threw his head back and laughed.
“Good luck with that.”
“Thought you were in Florida dismantling the Trick Pony?”
“I was.” Matthew nodded, while he took a quick look in Arianwen’s direction. “But something here required my attention.”
“Does that something have anything to do with Storm’s sister?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Matthew smirked.
Ignoring the three stooges, I stood up straight and growled, halting all conversation as someone approached Arianwen.
“Who the fuck is that?” Montana glared menacingly.
“Running facial recognition now,” Law stated, snapping a pic of the guy with his phone.
“Want me to kill him?” Maxim sneered, reaching inside his suit jacket. The three of us slowly turned to look at the Bloodletter.
And these fuckers were worried about me.
Shaking my head, I turned back to see the man walk away and Arianwen get to her feet.
She was leaving.
Pushing off the tree, I followed, only to stop when I heard all three of them right behind me. Turning, I looked at each man.
Each with varying degrees of merriment on their faces.
“Go away,” I growled.
“Can’t do that,” Montana quickly said.
“Only here to help,” Maxim offered.
“I’m here for the laughs.” Law chuckled.
Flipping them the one-finger bird, I walked off.
Fucking pricks.
I hated them the most.
As she strolled through the city, I trailed behind at a respectful speed, ensuring not to get too close. Along the way, she paused intermittently to admire the merchandise showcased in shop windows or to offer assistance to those who appeared lost or requested some form of aid.