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Bloody Sinners Chapter 9
Chapter 9Lydia Martinez Just then, the huge man on the way facing the church, turned away. Seeing this as a divine opportunity, we slowly ran past them. Some of the sisters saw us and almost called out to us, but we quickly signaled them to stop. We ran straight for the church's main entrance. Sneaking around the front of the church, I found a crack in the door, not wide enough to see through but enough to slide my fingers in and slowly pull the door open. The scene that greeted me froze me in place. My whole world stopped as a blood curdling scream left my mouth. "Father!!" I'd expected to see father Reed sprawled on the floor with one of those huge men pointing their weapons at him. Instead, he was laying on his own pool of blood. My heart stuttered and a wave of dizziness made me hesitate. Without waiting for it to clear, I pushed the door fully open and rushed headlong into the church. "Father!" I ran and shook him. Frantic to know if he's still alive, I shook h
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I blinked awake to a quiet environment, my eyes fluttering open and close as I adjusted to the little light that shone through the dark room. I shot upright, my heart racing as memories flooded back. Hysteria swirled in my chest, the memories of the events at the church clawing at the fringes of my mind. Obviously I was going to live. That being the case, I wanted out of the room. Not in five or ten minutes, either. Right at that moment. I sank my nails into the mattress before I released them and tugged the duvet upward. I noticed I was only dressed in a sleeveless top and a pair of panties. Granted my other clothes were filled with blood, but still these…who took off my clothes. "Oh God!" I gasped out still staring at myself. Whatever the case, I was getting just desperate enough to take matters in my own hands. I jumped off the bed, wincing as pain shot through my head. No concussion. No skull fracture. Nothing but a nice little goose egg and some scra
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At ten-thirty in the morning, I had already run out of ideas for planning my escape. Being stuck in the house was suffocating me, especially since I had no idea how Tracy and the others were coping. I opened the door, and peered out. It was either now or never. I ran a hand over my hair, feeling unsure of myself and hating it. The house was still silent as I slipped into the hall down the stairs, finally able to look at the house. It had the tallest ceiling I had ever seen, decorated by the most gorgeous crown moulding. Walking down the spiral staircase, I noticed another one to my right. They both led up to the second floor and met in the middle in an imperial staircase style. I held onto the wooden barrister and felt how smooth it was against my fingers. The mansion was immaculate with white sparkling marbles. I swallowed deeply. Everything was so large, large and expensive. Overwhelmed beyond relief, I considered going back to the room. There was a big Venetian-st
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I swallowed nervously. The pleasant, masculine scent that surrounded him caught me off guard. Pull away! My brain shouted as Damien stepped into my personal space, but my body refused to obey. His eyes were alight with curiosity as he smooths a stray lock of hair behind my ear. There was something…nice about having his hand cupped around my face, his fingers curled along my ear. I swallowed, feeling uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze. "Um…Actually—" "Funny right," Damien commented, regarding me shrewdly with those intense, bright amber eyes of his. "All this time you wanted to talk to me and now you've got my undivided attention, you've suddenly gone mute. Are you going to stare at me all day or what?" "How long are you planning on keeping me here for?" I asked him, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. I didn't think I could take any more drama. After years of living quietly, of going to work any returning to the convent, of going to church and return
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An hour later, and I had already run out of ideas for entertaining myself. Being stuck in a house wasn't fun, especially for someone like me who was always busy. Either at school, or at the orphanage. At the church choir or at the convent with the sisters. Unfortunately aside from a visit from the rude lady, I had been confined to the room. I needed to get outside, get a little fresh air, try to move beyond the circumstances I were in. Not easy to do when the circumstances never seemed to change. After nearly a week of being distanced from everyone, people were no closer to finding me. Which meant, of course, that they were no closer to finding father Reed's murderer. Things had been so quiet for the past few days, I was beginning to wonder if I'd actually been abducted. If not for the constant nightmares as a reminder and the fading bruises on my neck, I could almost believe there wasn't one. I sighed, shoving my hands into the black shirt I'd found in the closet and pulling
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I stumbled back, avoiding his gaze. Three other men joined him as they moved towards the house. My pulse jumped at the look in his eyes. "Speaking of which," Ryan continued, "I do believe I hear cars driving it's way up the driveway. I think our time is up. Come on, Lana. Open the door while I watch the girl." "Suit yourself," Lana responded. The very next moment, the doors to the house push open, and Damien eclipses the sunlight coming in. He was wearing a high-necked, deep crimson shirt that looked outstanding against his skin. Lord help me. The shaggy black hair on his head had been tamed to a certain extent although it was still long. The shirt was made of some heavily silky material that draped across the broad expanse of his chest, clinging with loving detail to each chiseled muscled group. It was tucked into a pair of black pants tight enough to prove that he did hit the gym on daily basis. I swallowed hard and tried not to think about that. High, shiny black boots
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"Would you rather I make you?" I held my breath as her feminine scent was too much to take in. My eyes travelled down her slender neck to the gaping shirt, the swell of her breasts had me itching with the crazy need to mark her and make her mine. I turned my head before I lost all control. She was something else. Something off limits. "No, please." Her voice had a husky tone to it, like a siren to it called to my erection. "Why not?" I frowned, feeling quite frustrated with my reaction to her. "Are you scared? Of me?" To my surprise, Lydia nodded with vigor as she moved back again. But my resolve was already hardened. "Good. You should be." I walked farther towards her. She had unknowingly fuelled the beast in me; sparked the desire I'd never felt in a long time and I'd be damned if I let her go now. I slowly stood far too close behind her. Close enough that my shirt brushed her back and the scent of her wafted around me. She smelled like flowers, the scent feminine
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I stepped into the living room, following the sound of voices into the living room. Lana sat in a couch there, exhaustion etching fine lines near the corners of her eyes. The man everyone had called Jackson leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. Like Lana, he looked exhausted, his eyes tracking Lana's movements as they talked. "Sorry, Lana," Jackson said, and he didn't sound sorry at all. "But we've got a situation, and I need to fill you in on it." "What situation?" Carlyle asked, walking in on them with Ryan and Asher behind. At some point, he'd changed into a brick red T-shirt and faded jeans. Even in those, he looked polished. "Hold on," Ryan said standing close to the window, his red hair fiery in the sunlight. "If we're going to be briefed, we may as well get the alpha involved. Otherwise, he'll show up right around the time we're done and want information." My heart jumped at the mention of Damien, feeling like the heavy emotions twisting my he
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