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Owned by a Sinner (Sinners 2)

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It also doesn’t help that people, in general, annoy the fuck out of me. Needless to say, I’m not an extrovert by nature, and people find me grumpy and cold. Not that I care, seeing as it makes my job easier if my employees are too terrified to mess up.

My phone vibrates, and pulling it out of my pocket, it’s to see a text message from Will.

Finn’s back at the office after his so-called well-deserved month-long vacation.

I quickly type out a reply.

Keep a close eye on the fucker.

Tucking the device back into my pocket, I focus on eating some of the food Dana made, even though I hate consuming anything I haven’t prepared myself.

After the meal, I follow Cillian to the room I usually stay in whenever I visit. With the island heavily guarded, it’s the only place besides St. Monarch’s where I can sleep with both eyes shut.

“Try to get more than four hours’ sleep,” Cillian mutters jokingly.

“I plan to do just that.” Feeling a rare affectionate moment, I place my hand on my uncle’s shoulder only to pull it back. My eyes drift over his graying hair before locking on the blue eyes I inherited from him. “You’re getting old.”

“Yeah, every one of these gray hairs is thanks to you and Winter,” he chuckles.

Winter might be like a daughter to Cillian, but we’ve never been close. She’s good to Cillian, though, and it’s all that matters at the end of the day.

When I shut the door behind me, I walk to the luggage one of the guards brought in. I take a couple of minutes to shower before changing into a pair of gray sweatpants. Slumping down on the king-size bed, I stare up at the ceiling.

My thoughts instantly turn to the only real problem I have right now. Finn.

To keep him away from interfering with the mafia, I’ve placed him at Byrne Enterprises. He should be working in the mailroom instead of occupying the director’s seat.

He doesn’t even do half a day’s work for the exorbitant amount he gets paid, and he’s damn good at delegating his workload to the other staff.

Also, I might be a fucking bastard to work for, but I let my employees work in peace where Finn likes to interfere with them to the point where I’ve had to pay off sexual harassment claims.

That’s why I have Devon working reception for the executive floor.

Honestly, Finn’s just a fucking annoying thorn in my side, and I’m quickly running out of patience with him.

One of these days, I’m going to lose my shit with the fucker, and whether it starts a family war or not, I’m going to put a bullet right between his eyes.

Chapter 4

Kiara

After I’m done updating the week’s appointment schedule, so we know who to expect for a meeting with one of the employees, I place an order for access cards, seeing that we’re running a little low.

“You’re really getting the hang of things,” Denise praises me.

A warm smile stretches over my face. “It’s because you’re such a good teacher. Once I get paid, I’ll take you out for dinner.” We can never take lunch at the same time so it will have to be after work.

“I’m totally going to hold you to that,” she chuckles.

When the phone rings, and we see it’s an internal call from the executive floor, Denise mutters, “It’s your turn. I got the last one.”

Scrunching my nose at her, I answer, “Kiara speaking.”

“Come up to my office,” Finn says brusquely.

I haven’t spoken to Finn since he returned from vacation and wonder why he wants to see me again.

“I’ll be right up, sir.”

Taking off my earpiece, I set it down on the counter. “I’ve been summoned to the executive floor.”

“Good luck.”

Walking to the elevators, I can’t think of a reason Finn wants to see me. Hopefully, I didn’t do anything wrong. When I step into the elevator, I press the button for the top floor, then quickly check my appearance in the mirror covering the walls. I tuck a stray curl behind my ear, thinking I should’ve clipped my hair up instead of braiding it today.

When the doors slide open, I smile at Devon, who’s wearing a light blue suit today. The man always looks like he stepped out of a fashion magazine.

“Mr. Byrne wants to see me.”

Devon lets out a heavy breath. “Rather you than me. Prepare yourself for a mountain of work.”

Work I can do. Relief slithers into my chest now that I know I’m not in any trouble.

After knocking, I push the door open and step into the office.

Finn looks up from where he’s sitting on the leather sofa, reading something on the tablet in his hands. A smile spreads over his face, and he sets the device down. “There’s the breath of fresh air this company needed.”



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