Sinner's Empire Series: Sin of Silence, A Silent Reckoning, Goodnight Sinners のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Meet me downstairs. Nikolay had been expecting the message. He'd been deployed with the rest of the team to secure the building ahead of a possible attack. This was the moment he'd been both anticipating and dreading. The moment when he would choose which Koba faction would be the winning side. Of course, he'd already thrown his lot in with Krystoff. Had from the moment he agreed to take a burner phone to the daughter, starting the chain of events that would lead him to betray Jozef. It hadn't been a difficult decision to make. He'd harboured resentment toward Jozef since they were children. They were both related to the Koba clan, though Nikolay was a more distant relation. They were both orphans and they'd both been raised at the Koba estate. The biggest difference was Jozef had been raised in the house, like a favoured son, while Nikolay had grown up in the barracks with the rest of the grunts. Jozef had chosen Nikolay to be part of his elite hit squad

As his uncle approached, Jozef had no choice but to lay still, his arms stretched wide, blood seeping from the cuts he'd gotten when he fell through the table. "I loved you, boy," Krystoff said gruffly, standing over Jozef. Tears dripped down his face, soaking into his beard. He either didn't notice or didn't care because he made no move to swipe them away. "I gave you everything and you chose this over your family." He waved his arm around the apartment as though to say, he didn't understand the draw. Jozef remained on his back but lifted his arms to sign. You would do the same for D-A-S-H-A. In fact, you have. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for her. Krystoff nodded, and then did something Jozef wasn't expecting. He sat heavily on the couch, his body collapsing under the weight of his responsibilities. His gun was still in his hand but not pointed at Jozef. Jozef wondered why his uncle didn't finish him. The more time that passed, the more Kry

An explosion shook the building. Though they'd fought their own personal battle, the war still raged on the floors below them. Shaun tried to blink the dust away, then realized it was catching in her eyelashes. Drywall, plaster and pulverized stone were floating in the air, coating everything around them. "Jozef," she croaked, rubbing her eyes. "We have to go." He was sitting next to his uncle's body, a look of shell-shocked despair on his face. He looked at her, and for a moment she doubted he recognized her. "We have to go," she urged again. He shook his head and a cloud of dust lifted from his hair. His expression hardened as he gave a quick, decisive nod. He pushed to his feet and signed at her as he strode to her side. She blinked again, trying to clear her vision enough to see what he was saying. "No," she said, moving away from his reaching hands. "I'm not going back into the safe room again." He growle

Two weeks later. Jozef took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second, pushing his emotions into a tidy box to set aside for the foreseeable future. He wasn't ready for this day. Hadn't been ready a week ago when he made arrangements and definitely wasn't ready now. What he wanted didn't matter. His life had been one of duty up to this point, and his duties had only increased with the death of his uncle. Jozef strode around the limousine. Before he could open Shaun's door, she opened it herself. He thrust a hand toward her, squeezing her slim fingers tighter than normal in his annoyance. He'd told her to stay put until he had a moment to assess their surroundings. Shaun's thoughts had been so scattered since the night of the attack, he doubted she remembered what he told her. He didn't blame her. His thoughts might have been scattered as well over the past few weeks, except he'd had to show fortitude as he managed damage control in his club, took over the entir

You'll translate, Jozef told Shaun, leading the procession into his study and closing the door. He took Shaun's arm and led her to the seat she liked in front of the fireplace. She sank gratefully into the plush leather armchair, wishing she could kick her shoes off and rub her feet. It had been a long day for heels, but she chose them knowing there would be powerful men at the funeral and reception. She felt better, more powerful, with more height. She couldn't afford to look weak around these people, couldn't afford to make Jozef look weak. He'd been preparing her for weeks so she would understand what was at stake. It wasn't just his livelihood, but their lives as well. Jozef didn't invite the others to sit, so the group of men remained standing. Shaun nearly stood as well, wanting to be on equal footing, but resisted the urge. Jozef placed her in the chair for a reason. She wouldn't question his decision. Not in front of these men, anyway. While Jozef poured