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He Wasn’t Worth It.
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Sinclair's POV

"Sir?"

"I said to turn the car around. Never mind when you're supposed to get off work. I'll pay you. Name your price later, but for now, turn the goddamn car around."

The man swallowed before nodding as he cautiously asked, "Where to, sir?" His eyes flicked up at me through the rearview mirror.

“The Hale estate,” I muttered.

A beat. Then the click of the turn signal. He didn’t ask any more questions. Smart man.

As we sped through the empty streets, my mind ran riot.

Cassian had his whole plan drafted out properly, hadn't he? To think he could just waltz his way back into the family like some prodigal heir, even when nobody even knew where the hell he'd disappeared to for ages. The fool's aim was clearly to light fires in every room while watching it burn, holding a glass of whiskey.

From the stories I'd heard from my source, he had always been like this. Unhinged. Obsessive. Self-destructive.

And I wasn't even mad that he was trying to take me on this battle. I beli
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