His plump mate (Rebel and Austin) by Buchanan novel Chapter 669

Conrad POV

I saw the letter Sinclair passed me. For a moment, I was taken back to the day that Ronan suckered me into taking her in. I didn’t want to work with him at first. But he paid off my mortgage in exchange for agreeing to take Sinclair when the time came.

I was freshly divorced. I had two kids. I needed stability for them, and with my income as a janitor at the time, I was in a no-win situation. I just needed to keep her alive, and I needed to make her feel unloved.

Ronan was supposed to come when she turned eighteen, and then he would take her like he was a hero; I would take one blow on the chin, and then I would be removed from the entire situation. He would finish whatever sick plan he conjured up in his twisted mind. Chad, Candy, and I would have our home secured.

When Sinclair turned eighteen, she left in the middle of the night. I didn’t know what happened to her. All I knew was that the four outfits in the foyer closet, a couple of bottles of water, and her bag were gone. The next day, Ronan came, and he really did beat me for not keeping a closer eye on Sinclair.

How was I supposed to know that she would run away in the middle of the night? I did everything he instructed me to do to the letter. She ran off. That wasn’t my fault. After that, I never saw Ronan again.

“Just as you read, Sinner. It seems pretty self-explanatory to me,” I said sarcastically.

“You aligned yourself with Ronan to hurt me while I was still an infant. You’re a sick asshole, Conrad,” she growled low.

I flinched. “Are you a monster like this guy?” I said, pointing at Julian standing beside her.

“Oh, Conrad,” she began. “I’m much, much worse. I’m trained as a hitman. I am lethal beyond words, and I’m a wolf. I have ways to make you suffer that your perverse mind couldn’t dream up on your worst day!”

Judging by the tone in her voice and fury radiating from her shoulders, I’d say she is telling the truth. I never actually abused her, though.

“Say what you will, Sinner. I never let you be homeless, and I never abused you. You had food, clothes, and a roof over your head.”

“I had four worn-out outfits in a foyer closet, leftovers, and a couch for a bed for five years, Conrad. Chad treated me like a servant on your orders. Candy let me starve at school, and you did nothing. Now I understand why. What did you get out of this?” she demanded.

“Ronan paid off my mortgage. My wife had just left; I was newly divorced with two kids to raise on a janitor’s salary, Sinner. He was a lifeline I didn’t expect.”

“How did he find you of all people!?”

“He never said. All he told me was that we had a mutual friend, but never told me who,” I said honestly. “He wanted you ruined, and I thought about my two kids needing a roof over their heads.”

Julian started laughing. Sinclair is still looking like she wants to kill me.

“Oh, this is great, Sinclair. He has no idea, and he did this for his two useless kids,” Julian said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

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