All Chapters of Sinful Dragon.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 The Choice He Left Me Myra “I wasn’t going to take that one too.” I stared at Angelo. The man who raised me. The man I had mourned. The man I had hated. The man I had loved even while I hated him. Alive. Standing ten feet away. Nicholas’s hand remained wrapped around mine. I needed that. Not because I couldn’t stand without him. Because I wanted him there. Choice. My choice. I looked at Angelo. “You don’t get forgiven because you didn’t murder my boyfriend.” Nicholas turned toward me. “Boyfriend?” I stared. “Really?” His eyebrows rose. “We’ve progressed significantly beyond boyfriend.” I almost laughed. Angelo looked between us. “Still inappropriate timing, I see.” Nicholas shrugged. “It’s one of my better qualities.” “Debatable.” Nicholas’s mouth curved. For one strange second, they looked like two men who had known each other for years. Then I remembered— Maybe they had. I looked at Angelo. “How long have you known Nicholas?” His expres

Chapter 43 No Myra Three hours. That was apparently how long I had to prevent myself from becoming somebody’s wife. Not legally. Samuel had been very clear about that. Under ordinary civil law, Victor’s ridiculous piece of paper could not magically turn me into Mrs. Damion Black without my consent. Unfortunately, ordinary civil law wasn’t the only thing threatening my future. The Circle had its own rules. Old rules. Ugly rules. Rules written by dead men who apparently believed women were property with signatures. And if Victor filed Angelo’s alliance agreement as an activated covenant before I rejected it— the Dragon Provision would classify me as being under Circle control. Dissolution suspended. Ten years. Ten fucking years. I sat in the back of the SUV beside Nicholas. His hand rested on my thigh. Not possessive. Grounding. His thumb moved slowly against the fabric of my pants. Once. Twice. Again. “You’re doing that thing,” I said. “What thing?” “Pretendi

Chapter 45 Every Single Later Myra Nicholas had been in surgery for two hours and seventeen minutes. I knew because I had watched every minute pass. Every single one. 2:17 a.m. The hospital waiting room was too bright. Too clean. Too quiet. I hated it. I hated the clock. I hated the chairs. I hated the vending machine humming in the corner. I especially hated the double doors at the end of the hallway because Nicholas had disappeared through them and nobody had brought him back. Alive. He was alive. I kept telling myself that. Alive. The bullet had entered his lower abdomen. The surgeon had said words. A lot of words. Blood loss. Internal bleeding. Possible bowel injury. Possible vascular involvement. Stable enough for surgery. Critical. That one had stayed. Critical. I sat with Nicholas’s blood dried across my hands. A nurse had offered to help me wash it off. I said no. I couldn’t. Not yet. Because his blood meant he had been there. His hand had be

Chapter 47 The Eighth Child Myra “What the fuck did Isabella save me from?” Nicholas stared at the phone. So did I. NICHOLAS EDWARD ASPEN. Not another stolen identity. Not the first baby who had temporarily carried his name. Nicholas. My Nicholas. Edward and Elena’s biological son. The man sitting beside me in a hospital bed with a fresh bullet wound in his abdomen and absolutely no patience left for his family’s secrets. He looked at me. “No.” I blinked. “No what?” “No more.” “Nicholas—” “I mean it.” He handed me the phone. “I was shot.” “Yes.” “I survived.” “Yes.” “The Circle dissolved.” “Yes.” “Victor is in custody.” “Yes.” “Chase is alive.” “Yes.” “My brother apparently has a son.” “Damion.” “Yes.” “My father apparently has another son.” “Ethan.” “Yes.” “My mother is alive.” “Yes.” “Catherine is alive.” “Yes.” “Angelo is alive.” “Yes.” He pointed at the phone. “I am not discovering that I’m secretly someone else’s child.” “You’re not.”

Chapter 49What Isabella Stole BackMyra“Come downstairs…”Henry Vale’s voice flowed through the speakers.“…and I’ll show you what your mother stole back.”The red emergency lights pulsed.Once.Twice.Again.Ethan was gone.The Keeper key was gone.And somewhere beneath our feet, a man who had stolen my mother’s genetic material and helped create my brother was waiting for us.Nicholas moved toward the hidden corridor.I caught his arm.He looked at me.“No.”His eyebrows rose.That was apparently not the word he’d expected from me.“You’re injured.”“Myra.”“You had abdominal surgery six days ago.”“Seven.”“Six.”“Technically—”“Nicholas.”His jaw tightened.“I am not staying here.”“I didn’t ask you to.”He frowned.I pointed toward Julian.“Body armor.”Nicholas blinked.“What?”“If you’re going downstairs, you’re wearing protection.”“I have stitches.”“Exactly.”“That makes body armor uncomfortable.”“So does getting shot.”Chase snorted.Nicholas glared at him.“Not helping.