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MUTINY

Penulis: DebbyWrites
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ELEANOR SINCLAIR

It was difficult to think anymore as I was being led away.

I could not help thinking... to where. Where was he taking us?

The guards were leading us to the door that led outside the fishery when all of a sudden, the metal, rusty door crashed shut before us, which was surprising as we had not crossed it. Instead, the two guards who were leading Marcus and me away stopped dead in their tracks, their hands gripping our arms just as the first cries started erupting out of the space of the fishery we stood in. The air, already heavy with unspoken aggression, now vibrated with raw, gut-level energy.

"What are you doing?" a harsh yell pierced the silence, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Vincent's men point his weapon at the wrong man, at Vincent, who stood stunned.

The guard holding Marcus, a hulking man who moved surprisingly fast, let go of his arm with a brutal shove and backed away. Then, in a blur of movement, he turned around and punched a heavy fis
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  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   MUTINY

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR It was difficult to think anymore as I was being led away. I could not help thinking... to where. Where was he taking us? The guards were leading us to the door that led outside the fishery when all of a sudden, the metal, rusty door crashed shut before us, which was surprising as we had not crossed it. Instead, the two guards who were leading Marcus and me away stopped dead in their tracks, their hands gripping our arms just as the first cries started erupting out of the space of the fishery we stood in. The air, already heavy with unspoken aggression, now vibrated with raw, gut-level energy. "What are you doing?" a harsh yell pierced the silence, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Vincent's men point his weapon at the wrong man, at Vincent, who stood stunned. The guard holding Marcus, a hulking man who moved surprisingly fast, let go of his arm with a brutal shove and backed away. Then, in a blur of movement, he turned around and punched a heavy fis

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE BOY

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR It felt damning to know that Helen-Nora had a son with this abomination of a man. It was a statement so profoundly damaging, it restructured everything I thought I knew about my sister, about Vincent, about the very dynamics of their ill-fated relationship.I looked at Helen-Nora, still in the pile on the floor, her body convulsing with muffled tears. Her past over-the-top grief now seemed a rehearsal for this actual, raw despair. The mask had crumbled long ago, and the raw, trembling woman was revealed. A mother, desperate and cornered. The concept was sickening.What do you want?" I was able to croak, my throat raw, my voice rough from unshed tears and burning rage. The anger I felt towards Vincent was so intense, it had a metallic tang on my tongue.Vincent's smile never wavered. It was a predator's grin, full of guile and cold triumph. He circled us slowly, his gaze taking in me, then Marcus, then the raving form of Helen-Nora. "What I want, Eleanor," he announc

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE BAIT

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Vincent's eyes roamed with a cold pleasure that was almost predatory, with them resting on Marcus for an instant before refocusing on mine. "Now, let us talk of our lovely Helen-Nora over here," he said, his tone lowering to a whispered confederation, though one would guess the whole room could hear him. He waved his free hand toward my sister, a careless flick of his wrist. "You see, Eleanor, you think you are smart, but you are not as you think. You should know there are... certain bonds that exist... bonds far greater than loyalty, or money, as you so crudely put it."Helen-Nora's sobs, which had temporarily ceased, now doubled themselves, a keening noise that grated on my already raw nerves. She bent upon her feet, clutching her stomach as if with colossal agony. For an instant, pure fleeting concern cut through my wrath. She was my twin, and even in the face of her betrayal, I still felt a grave, strange affection for her, even though my mind continued to wonde

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   WELCOME

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR All of a sudden, it was cold.It felt deeper than the night air that reached my bones. Even my blood went cold before boiling in fury. Marcus, on the side of me, stiffened, his knuckles white on the wires, his gasp harsh in the earpiece now. Vincent's voice, booming and warped, repeated the utter desperation within my own mind. "Bravo, Eleanor," Vincent's growling voice came, closer, from the earpiece as if he was speaking directly into my ear. "A performance fit for greatness. Now the curtain falls."Abruptly, the black lights of the fishery flickered, then blazed on, bathing the room in a cold, merciless light. I gasped, blinded for an instant, flinging up a hand to shield my eyes. Before my eyes found their focus again, my heart sank.Figures emerged from every shadow, every crevice. They were not an few men; they were in a dozens, carrying heavy guns and dressed in black tactical gear, their faces hidden behind balaclavas. They poured in with silent, synchronize

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE PREDATOR

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR The dull crunch of the front door closing echoed in the fishery.It was also a sound that had nailed Helen-Nora's fate, for now. My own hands, steady in spite of the tension in my chest, fiddled with the lens on the camera, simply a question of adjusting the focus on the expected meeting place. Marcus sat a few feet away, a bent form over a tangle of wires, his breathing a gentle rasp in the earpiece as he monitored the body cam feed.And then, from the earpiece, Vincent's voice came through, smooth as sharpened stone, but with a latticework of deadly possessiveness beneath."Helen-Nora, my dear. Right on time. You look. suitably subdued. Just the way I like my little birds."I clenched my jaw, a chill of revulsion crawling down my back. He was performing his act, weaving his toxic glamour. Helen-Nora's voice, a high wire, answered, "Vincent. We have to talk about the papers. The lease.""Oh... we both know that was all a façade, sweetheart," Vincent leaned in, his v

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   TRAP

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Sleep was a luxury that none of us could quite afford.Helen-Nora, however, exhausted by the emotional pain, did finally get a fitful night's sleep. Marcus, ever vigilant, stood silent guard at the window. I opted to sleep on the floor, the stale smell of the motel room clinging to me, my mind a whirlpool of fear, fury, and a slow-building, lethal hope. Vincent Moreau. His name tasted like ash. For years, he'd been a shadow, a ghost, a poisonous presence in my life. He was an invisible rope that kept me tethered to a past I was eager to escape. Even now, he was a present threat. We stood on the brink of tumbling with him into his trap.With the dawn growing stronger and throwing unfavorable light on the filthy room, we began refining our plan. The derelict fishery was not just a location; it was a backdrop for the final act of this gruesome drama."We need to slip in undetected," Marcus stated, tracing the boundary of the fishery on his screen with his finger. "The

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