I don’t have to; Sin releases her, brushing his hands off like they’re dirty. “Look at this shit. Now I have skank all over my fucking hands.”
“You don’t have to manhandle me,” Cassandra snaps at him.
Rolling his eyes, Sin says, “Bitch, please, you wish I’d fucking manhandle you.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “Not hardly. Rafe doesn’t share.”
Now Sin’s eyes go cold. “You’re not his.”
Cassandra swallows. She’s been around long enough to know Sin isn’t as dangerous when he blusters as when he looks like he doesn’t have a single fuck to give.
Sin takes a menacing step toward her. “You don’t get to fuck with Rafe’s head anymore, Cassandra. Get lost before I help you get lost.”
Her voice lacks confidence, but she still insists, “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Want to put some money on that?” Sin asks.
Cassandra glares at him, but upon looking at me and seeing I have no intention of backing her up, she pulls herself up and turns around, heading back inside her daddy’s club before she gets her ass in real trouble.
I watch Cassandra until I can’t see her anymore, just to make sure she’s gone. Sin leans on my door, ducking his head to look in at me. “What the fuck are you doing, man?”
“Waiting for you to show up,” I tell him.
His expression doesn’t change. “This is the second time in two days I’ve shown up and that little whore’s scent was still hanging around you.”
I hold up the envelope of cash. “She was paying her father’s debt.”
“Where’d she get that kind of cash?” he asks, taking the envelope and counting it again, like he doesn’t trust me to count cash when Cassandra’s around.
“Said she got a loan from her business partner. Who fucking knows? She got it though, so I guess we don’t have to deal with Edmund after all.”
“I don’t like it,” Sin says. “I want to know where she got the money. I’m gonna look into it.”
“Knock yourself out.” Checking my own watch, I think about calling Gio. I don’t really feel like it, though. I’ve gotta head to the casino in a couple hours, but since I haven’t seen much of Sin, I ask, “Wanna grab some dinner before I go to work?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I had a big lunch.”
“Well, come with me anyway, you can have a drink.”
“I’ve got some other shit to do.”
“Like what?”
“Just stuff,” he says, evasively.
“Nah, bullshit. Come on, we’re going to grab a drink.”
He looks like he wants to tell me no again, but he must not have a good reason. That furthers my belief that he’s pissed at me about last night. I
don’t know why, but he got weird about Laurel a couple times last night. Since he stormed out, not even speaking to me, I assume he didn’t approve of the way I handled things. Sin has a soft spot for kids, so maybe Laurel throwing a pregnancy out there hit him in the gut.
All I do know is we need to have a drink and clear the air. Laurel is gone now and however he feels about the way I dealt with it, that was my personal life, not business. Sin gets no say in how I handle my personal business. Hell, he doesn’t even have a say in how I handle my business business in an official capacity, but Sin’s a hell of an enforcer and I know he has more to offer. Now that I’ve moved up, I want to get him moved up, too, I just have to wait until the timing is right.
“Fine, one drink,” he tells me.
Fuck, I was supposed to be at the casino 20 minutes ago.”
Sin grins—really fucking grins—and puts down his empty shot glass. To be honest, I had no intention of getting him drunk when we first arrived at the bar, but I can’t shake the feeling he’s keeping something from me. Being what he is, Sin is good at keeping secrets, but he’s not supposed to keep them from me; I thought a little alcohol might loosen him up.