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CHAPTER 94: BURYING A SON
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STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS CHAPTER 142: DIVORCE
SINThe courthouse reeked of burnt coffee and remorse. Perhaps it was the air-conditioning, perhaps it was the attorneys, or perhaps it was just me — seated across from Boyce, my nearly-ex-husband, acting as if signing our names on a pile of documents wasn’t stripping away the final remnant of something that had previously been… good.I looked at him across the table. He appeared serene, overly serene, the sort of tranquillity that indicated he had come to terms with it before I even entered. His fingers drummed on the mahogany tabletop as our attorneys whispered legal terms that neither of us found interesting anymore.“Are we actually going through with this?” I inquired, my voice scarcely above a whisper.Boyce’s lips formed a weary, lopsided grin. "Sin, we've been engaged in this for years, and we will remain family for the rest of our lives." “This is merely paper showing the dissolution of our marriage.”I let out a soft snort. “A full stop or an exclamation mark?”He gave a sly
STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS CHAPTER 141: TERROR GONE
STEELThe scent of diesel and blood filled the air. The docks had fallen silent, save for the steady drone of the generator and the relentless pounding of the waves. I stood at the entrance of the warehouse, the barrel of my gun shining beneath the overhead floodlight, and observed Damian attempting to persuade one of his men to repair the jammed gate.He was older, less strong. Yet I could still perceive the same icy arrogance in his stance — that slight lift of his chin, as if the world still owed him its backbone.“Funny,” I remarked, emerging from the darkness. "You have always been someone who believed he could outrun his wrongdoings."Damian stood still. His men moved — and stood still as well. Their weapons lifted, but before they had time to react, Jasson’s voice sounded calm behind me.“Drop your weapons.”The noise of safeties disengaging echoed around — Keith on the left side, Boyce on the right side, Adrian behind, and my twins, Jasson and Jaden, overseeing the exits. The
STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS CHAPTER 140: FLEEING
DAMIAN The noise of my own breath began to annoy me as every other thing that moves these days.Excessively noisy. Excessively pointed like the very air sought to blame me for something.The city buzzed outside my office window, lights spilling into the night like fresh injuries, but in this space—everything felt frigid, silent, and vibrating beneath my skin. The television remained on in the background, silent, looping the same damn headline:Detective Calloway taken into custody regarding Nyla Vasclov's death—sources suggest links to Damian Valorti's activities under federal scrutiny.My identity. Upon the display. Once more.I looked away before I tossed something at it.This was not meant to occur. Not in this way. Rustov was meant to wipe away the blood, maintain the equilibrium, and support the walls. He assured me of consistency. He guaranteed me authority. Now he was decaying six feet down, and everyone who’d ever gripped my hand was either gone, concealed, or blabbing to the
STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS CHAPTER 139: FAMILY
MALIKThe noise of soil striking the casket stays in your mind.It stays for a very long time.It's similar to a terrible tune that just keeps playing.Every muted impact felt like another hit to my heart. I remained in place, my fingers gripping the edge of my jacket, gazing at the white lilies placed atop the mahogany box that contained my sister. Nyla.I still found it hard to believe she was inside.The priest’s voice faded into ambient sound — messages of peace, salvation, and divine mercy that failed to resonate with me. Not a single one did. My mind was overwhelmed with recollections.The sound of her laughter.Her mood.How she would push me away and then brew me tea shortly after.She's dead now.I sensed a hand on my shoulder. I only turned when his voice reached me — soft, fractured, and shaking.“Dear child....”Boyce.He was next to me, his hand heated on my shoulder, eyes bloodshot. I could see the remorse consuming him, the sorrow weighing heavily in his silence.“Forgi
STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS CHAPTER 138: PUBLIC ARREST
STEELThe airport was noisy — a sort of turmoil that dulls your senses. Wheeled luggage, clicking footwear, whispered announcements fading into noise. Yet amidst it all, I could still hear her heartbeat. Panic has a beat, and Detective Calloway was in sync with it.I trailed her in the crowd, my coat collar raised, gaze fixed on the back of her head. She was moving quickly — nearly sprinting — gripping a duffel bag as if it contained her final glimmer of hope.“Calloway.”She stopped in her tracks. Failed to rotate. Simply remained there, panting heavily.I moved another step ahead, my boots resonating on the marble surface. “Going somewhere?”She finally turned. Her complexion was ashen, gaze frantic. "You don't belong here, Steel."“Nor do you.” I angled my head toward the flight information display. “Planning to go to Spain? Or could it have been Dubai? "Difficult to stay organized when your plans unravel so quickly."Her grip on the bag strap tightened. “You have no idea what you'
STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS CHAPTER 137: FIGHT
CALLOWAYThe night was expected to be calm.Documents, dark coffee, and the patter of rain on my office window — the sort of rhythm I once enjoyed until the Boyce case shattered my life like a bullet.However, tranquility is never permanent in this line of work.I was in the middle of an old sandwich when the knock happened. Two quick knocks — courteous yet pressing. I scowled, looking at the time. It was nearly eleven. No courteous person ever arrives at eleven."Enter," I said, placing my cup down.The door slowly opened with a creak.And there she stood.Nyra.Hair knotted, mascara smudged, eyes frantic as if she’d raced through hell to arrive. Her coat was drenched, and her hands shook at her sides."Detective Calloway," she murmured. "Please help me."I was paralyzed. For a moment, my mind struggled to comprehend what I was witnessing. “Help you?” I said it once more, slowly. “Are you aware of what you're requesting? You are not even meant to show up in person to me.”She entered
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