Page 178 of Sins of a King

“I would never, ever let you take the fall for that.”

“But I did it,” I whispered.

“Doesn’t matter,” he answered. “So we fed Winters fake information to see how he took it. I thought for sure he’d come after me, but he considers you weak. He thinks he can use you to get to me.

“He wanted to make a deal with you,” Flynn went on, “and if he thought he had you backed into a corner for murder, you would give me and the SINS up. He never mentioned that?”

I shook my head. “He left me alone after I told him I wouldn’t speak without a lawyer present. I finally said I would talk and that’s when he came in, but I still wouldn’t give an inch.”

Flynn smiled. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, suddenly exhausted. “That you fed Winters fake information?”

“We just thought the fewer people that knew about it, the better we could control the spin.”

“Who did you tell?”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” I snapped. “Who knew?”

He sighed. “Brad.”

“Who else? Did you tell Sasha?”

“No.”

“So this was all you and Brad.”

“Aye.”

“Glad to know the bromance is alive and well.” I moved away from him, turning my gaze to the window. We passed through Manhattan, but I wasn’t seeing the city. I saw nothing except Flynn’s betrayal and the fact that he still didn’t trust me.

“Barrett—”

“No, Flynn. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to dictate everything and then let me in on things when it’s convenient for you. I thought we were past all this.”

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the glass, shutting him out. Shutting everything out.

Chapter 58

“Where are you going?” Flynn asked when he realized I hadn’t pressed the PH elevator button.

“I’m going to stay in another suite. I need some time to process,” I said. I was so defeated I wasn’t even mad. Blindsided. Yet again.

I hadn’t told him I was pregnant yet, but that could wait. I didn’t want to tell him when this was between us.

“What about Masterson? You have to write down everything that happened today,” Flynn pressed.

“I’ll get it done.”

“Barrett, please—”

Straightening my spine, I felt my resolve harden. The more he pleaded and begged, the more distance I wanted. “No. Not tonight. Tonight, it’s all about me and what I need. Not you.”

The doors opened, and I stepped out of the elevator. I turned. “Respect what I want. For once.”

It was a low blow, but he absorbed it. His face went blank and he nodded. “Call if you need me.”