Sin Series novel Chapter 10

Skip

"REIGH?" Denys asked with absolute surprised that caught everyone's attention. With an unamused look, she snorted, "She's the Reigh, right? How did I not get the clue immediately?"

My stomach knotted sickly. I had to grit my teeth from throwing curses.

"Wait a minute, Skip." Brett raised his hand to get my attention. His brows raised, tilting his head to the side.

With Brett's curiosity, I knew I signed my death wish living in hell. I never lied to him. And I didn't have much of a choice not to answer him if he was going to pry right in front of everyone.

Bloody great!

"How did you know Reigh?" With a reddened face, he pinned me with a hard stare for what seemed like forever. He was losing his patience. His arms already crossed over his chest, and I couldn't even open my mouth to answer him. "Nobody called her Reigh since grandma died."

"We, I, uh," I stupefied, lowering my gaze. Then I blinked, releasing a deep and painful breath.

Shit! This was going to be my end.

"What's going on, Linton?" he chastised.

Suddenly, the silence laid heavy between us, and I felt suffocated. The room seemed turned into a box, and everyone in this room disappeared, leaving just me and Brett on this table. Sweat formed everywhere in my body as I pondered what I would say or where to start, but it seemed my brain was freezing as well.

My thought was interrupted when Denys said, "I should go, guys. Thanks for having me!" Then she just walked away, and I didn't even have a gut to stop her.

Brett turned to his sister when he didn't get an answer he expected from me. "Are, is he-"

"Brett, man, stop asking questions, and let's play this effing game," Lorcan broke the tension. But Brett didn't budge and continued staring at me then back to Arella.

Arella threw the cue on the table, causing to make a loud noise. "I don't want to play anymore. I'm outta here!" She turned and walked away.

I shot him a penetrating gaze and threw my cue just like Arella did. "Since my partner left already, I'm out as well!" With a quick-paced, I followed Arella outside the bar. I wasn't expecting this to happen, and now I regretted bringing Denys to the game.

I apologized when I happened to blurt out Arella's name whilst I slept in Denys' bed. I was dreaming of following Arella until she was just gone into the thick fog. I woke up Denys nudging me, saying I was yelling a named Reigh.

Arella strode through the alley, maybe searching for her car.

"Arella!"

"Leave me alone, Skipper! You should have been following Denys and not me." She was not searching for her car-she was hailing a cab.

"Arella, can you at least stop and talk to me." Finally, I able to reach her arm.

She jerked away. "Don't touch me, Skip! And I have nothing to say to you anymore. We said what we left unsaid. I don't want another suspicion coming from Brett."

"Why would he have suspicions? I don't know Reigh is a big deal to your family. I'm sorry."

She finally faced me. My heart stuttered when I saw her eyes wet, and it broke me not to comfort her. Since I came back, all I did was to make her sad.

"How did Denys know about Reigh, Skipper? How long have you known her?" She looked at me sharply.

I let a brief silence stretched on. There was no reason for me to lie. "Let's go somewhere, and I'll tell you everything."

She quickly asked, "What everything?"

"We tell everything that we should know."

"I don't think it's a good idea, and I have nothing left to say."

I stared at her intently. "I know you don't trust me, but you happened to have a lot of things you've been hiding from me that I deserved to know."

Her eyes widened. "I don't know what are you talking about."

I grabbed her hand and dragged her with me. She refused at first, but I didn't let go of her hand until we reached my car.

Her phone buzzed. "This is probably Kat."

"You'll call her when you're inside my car." I opened the door for her, and thankfully, she willingly got inside.

After I buckled up, I revved the engine and drove away.

She was already checking her phone. "Brett."

"Put it on speaker," I said to her, keeping my eyes focused on the road.

She covered the phone with her hand. "What's the deal with your bossiness?" Her voice was sharp as a razor.

Glancing at her, I ordered, "Just do it."

"No!"

"Fine, but you'll tell me whatever he's going to say to you, Arella."

"Brett, sorry about-" she groaned.

"Will you please calm down. I'm with Skipper. I'm okay. I just need to cool off." She listened to the other line, and I knew she was brassed off. "Jesus, Brett! I'm twenty-four!" Her breathing grew heavy as she continued listening and staring out the passenger window.

"Give me the phone, and let me talk to him." I offered my hand, and she just glared at me.