Page 179 of Heartless Sinner

“It’s a fucking lie!”

Cassian sat up straighter. “Please tell us you didn’t get drunk and blab, man.”

“Fuck no!” I shot Cory a suspicious look before focusing on Cassian. “I’m insulted you’d even ask. You’re supposed to be my fucking brother.”

“We know how you get when you drink,” Enzo said cautiously.

He wouldn’t bring up me murdering Cory’s brother because we wanted to keep it a secret, but it did prove his point. Sometimes, I couldn’t control my anger … especially when I drank.

But that night, even though I’d had a few glasses of champagne, I hadn’t drunk anything but water at the club.

“Daphne was there with me,” I said. “She can back up that I didn’t say a word.”

“She’s not a reliable source,” Emeri said. “Fawns lie for their Sons. It’s part of their duty.”

I swallowed, my nerves on fire while trying to keep my cool. The fact that they’d ever think I’d turn on them was fucking laughable.

“I get violent, sure, but not a fucking blabbermouth,” I argued. “Each of you knows that. I don’t just keep the Sons a secret. I keep my entire life one. You think out of the blue, I’d suddenly start disclosing everything I’d kept hidden? Someone is setting me up.”

“Since we mentioned the Fawn, could it be Daphne?” Cedric asked.

“No,” I ground out. “She’s as loyal as every man in this room. It seems like we have another person to track down.”

My chair scraped across the concrete as I scooted it back and stood.

“I’m going to go hunt down that journalist,” I said. “You all stay on who tried to kill me last night. You don’t think it’s a coincidence I get attacked and these articles drop at the same fucking time?” I looked each of them in the eye before storming out.

Footsteps pounded behind me.

I glanced back as Enzo caught up. He grabbed my arm, trying to stop me. I swung on instinct, my fist cutting through empty air.

“You owe me a phone, fucker,” he said, walking alongside me toward the Fawn Quarters.

It wasn’t about the cost of the phone to him. He could easily buy twenty new phones without flinching at the price.

It was about the disrespect of me breaking his shit. If I were any other Son, he’d probably have grabbed my phone and every other device I had and broken it. He was taking it easy on me.

“I’ll make sure you have a new one by the end of the day,” I told him.

“No worries. I have plenty of backups, but you’d better have cash for me to pay for it. No one breaks my shit and gets away with it.”

I nodded, knowing I’d do the same thing. “You can’t really think that I’m the one who leaked whatever bullshit that article said?” I asked him, hating that for the first time, I wasn’t sure I could trust the guys who’d always had my back and knew I’d always have theirs.

“I don’t know, but the Elder Sons are pissed about it.” He drew in a measured breath. “My inbox is full of messages from them. I can only put off giving them answers for so long. The same goes for you.”

“It’s bullshit they could even think I’d ever turn on you.”

“No one thinks you turned on us. They think you let your mouth get the best of you.”

“I’ve done some stupid shit, but I’d never cross that line.”

He nodded, and I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not. “There’s more, but your dad said he wanted to talk to you about it. Go back to your dorm because you’re about to spend the day dealing with all this bullshit.” He clapped me on the back. “Good luck, man.”

I stood there speechless as he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

I stayed rooted in place, watching Enzo disappear down the tunnel. If I didn’t figure this out soon, losing the Night Sons’ trust would be the least of my problems.

I’d die for it.