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Chapter 36: Your Lips Taste Like Sin

Author: Eagle Dira
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-15 19:27:38

NICO

“Hiiiii,” Sorel beams as her face pops up on the screen.

I squint, really taking in her features. When did she start looking so lively?

“What?” she asks, fidgeting under my scrutinising stare.

“What’s got you so happy?” I press. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that slimy fucker you call your fiancé, would it? Because if that guy is making you smile more than I do, there will be consequences.”

Yes, I fully plan on killing my sister’s fiancé someday. The guy looks shady as hell, always grinning like a snake. People like that can’t be trusted. And the fact that he shot his accomplice right in front of me? That seals it.

“Sheesh, Nico, take a chill pill. Can’t I just be happy for once in my life?” she says, her face slipping into a sad pout.

Fuck.

“No, Sorel, that’s not what I mean.” I try to placate her.

Then she snorts and starts laughing. Of course, she’s pulling my leg.

I snarl, which only makes her laugh harder, her body shaking with uncontrollable amusement.

“You should’v
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