Chapter 5

***SIN'S POV***

I draft a contract on my table and put my name at the top, I write Summer's name at the bottom, giving enough space for her blood to stick to the paper.

Summer might think this is only for ninety days but that is where she has it all wrong. I am going to keep little Miss Redhead all to myself. A blood pact might suffice for now.

"No one signs contracts with blood anymore. What are we, in the fifteen century or what?" she argues her pretty lips pouting out as she revolts.

"Too late to back out now, Summer. You should have thought about the consequences before you jumped into my house, breaking into my kitchen," I blurt out putting my hand out, waiting for her hand.

"Would you have done this to the guys?" she asks her eyes flashing against mine.

I pause. She is trying to throw me out of the hook, but it will not work.

"They would have had bullets in their heads and long discarded by now. Is that what you want?" I demand hardening my eyes on hers.

"No!" she sighs and pushes her hand into mine.

Her small hand glides in mine and I watch her scowl at me.

"Let's get this done with," she says.

Using the pen knife, I cut into her thumb, Summer whimpers, as the blood trickles, I hurriedly make a small cut on my thumb.

"Repeat after me: WITH MY BLOOD, I VOW TO SPEND THE NEXT NINETY DAYS WITH SINCLAIR DECLAN SORVINO," I lead the vow.

Summer repeats my words and using her thumb, I press it beneath her name on the sheet of paper, and then, do the same on my name.

Then, I intertwine our thumbs together, pressing our blood against the other.

"This is an oath by blood, it is not meant to be broken," I tell her, my eyes searching her face for any signs that she doesn't want this done.

"Ninety Days, Mr. Sin, and then, this stupid oath or fucking bond wouldn't mean a thing to me," she spits out aggressively.

A smirk covers my face and even though I want to punish her for talking to me like that, I control myself, hoping the feeling would go.

"While you are waiting for the time to elapse, I've got you, and that pretty mouth of yours should be shut or else, you will run yourself into a lot of trouble. And Summer, believe me, you don't want to cross the lines with me," I spit out not giving any room for her to think over my words.

Summer stands from the chair and her petite height makes her head to be on my chest. She is ridiculously short.

What she does next takes the breath away from my lungs.

Summer climbs on my legs and using her hands to grab my shoulder, she stands on her tiptoes. This makes her come to my face and she is so close that I smell her jasmine fragrance. So natural.

"The only line I would be crossing in the next ninety days is a personal one," she blurts out.

I don't know what she means by that but my cock is screaming for me to flip this redhead temptress over my desk and fuck her.

Get the fuck out of your head, Sinclair. She is a thief and her associates have your money.

Grabbing Summer tighter towards me, I pinch her chin and speak.

"And you would have my cock as a reward for crossing so far with me, Summer," I promise her rubbing my hands up and down her back.

This close to me, I watch how young Summer's features look. She has freckles dotted across her nose and she has no makeup on.

A natural beauty.

"Eww! You lazy dick wouldn't satisfy me, so keep them in your pants if you value them, or I will cut them off," she rages as she stomps off my feet, taking eager steps backward.

When her injured leg hurts, Summer masks the pain and looks away.

I want to tell her my dick is not lazy. I might be forty-four but I can fucking hold my own. I might not even have a stamina of a younger man, but I would fuck her and satisfy the fuck out of her.

Stop thinking about fucking her, Sinclair, you've kidnapped her for the next ninety days, that should be enough for now.

A knock on the door draws me back to the present.

"Sit your ass on that chair, I will get the door," I order as I march towards the door.

"Mr. Sin, is everything alright?" Matteo asks his eyes searching behind me.

I look back and Summer is standing, unlike what I had asked her to do before I left. Her hands are wrapped around her chest.

I frown.

"Yes. Any lead on her friends?" I question.

"No. They took the west tunnel and got away in a black discreet sedan car. No camera picked them up, but we are still searching for them," he explains.

"Good. The lady will be living with us now. Ask Poppy to get a room made for her. It should be close to mine so that I can keep an eye on her," I say feeling the need to dissolve this.

Matteo's accessing eyes judge me and I scoff angrily.

"You like her?" Matteo asks.

I wouldn't have this conversation with Matteo, but he is the closest thing to a best friend I have and my righthand man, he knows me better.

I leave the office and shut the door behind me. Turning around I grab Matteo by the front of his shirt and pull him towards me. The bastard smirks at me. His handsome face teased me.

Son of a bitch.

"I don't pay you to judge me," I bark out fiercely.

"She's a thief," he retorts.

I punch him in the face, releasing him.

"She has an effect on me. I don't know, it must be the red hair," I say honestly.

"No. It is because she reminds you of your late wife, Mr. Sin. She is not Alice," Matteo says and I gasp in shock.

He might be right.