All Chapters of Saint by Day,Sinner by Night: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Serena's POVThe next morning, I woke up before the alarm could go off with my nerves already jittery in anticipation of the day. Myles was already out of bed, and I heard the shower running in the bathroom while the smell of coffee drifted from downstairs. He never misses morning coffee. I sat there for a while and tried to shake off the night, but my mind kept going back to the way he had looked when he told me about Damian, and the picture of Damian in that biker jacket wouldn’t leave me alone.By the time we left for work, the sun was up but it didn’t make anything feel lighter. At least for me. Myles drove in silence, and I noticed he had that look on his face again, the one that meant he was somewhere far away in his thoughts. I wanted to ask what he was thinking but I didn’t; I just let him be in his comfort zone.When we pulled into the parking lot at Voss and Dewitt’s, I sighed heavily as if a death sentence had just been passed on me. People moved around the building hurrie

Serena's POVI straightened my back and put on a smile the moment Davies entered the building with his colleagues.“Detective Davies,” I said brightly. “We meet again.”He didn’t answer right away, though; he just stood there looking around the lobby with his eyes moving over the chairs, the front desk and the people standing still. His face was unreadable all this while, like he was going to find all the answers he needed just by glaring at everyone.A man beside him stepped forward. “Agent Londonderry, FBI,” he said while holding out a badge. His voice was calm, but I saw the cuts on his cheek and a bruise dark around one eye.I nodded and shook his hand. “Mrs Serena Voss,” I replied calmly. “Are you both all right? Did something happen on the way here?”Davies finally looked at me with a slight frown, and then he moved closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “Maybe you should ask your husband,” he whispered.Myles was right. Detective Davies suspected Myles' involvement

Myles’s POVI ended the call with Serena and let the phone drop onto the passenger seat of the car, and I rubbed my face with both hands. I had heard the hurt in her voice when I told her I wouldn’t be coming home until late, and it really was sad to hear that, and I hated the distance this life kept putting between us.A tap on the window pulled me back, and Dean leaned in.“Everything alright, boss?” he asked.I straightened. “Yeah,” I said, though it sounded flat.Dean frowned. “You don’t look alright.”“I’m fine,” I said again. “Just thinking.”I had still been talking to Grandpa Tobias when Dean called me. He’d sounded urgent and said there was a meeting my own men had set up because they were obviously angry about me wanting out, and he said they meant to turn on me.“What’s the point of all this, Dean?” I asked now as we drove through the fading light of the day. “I already know they hate me, and they hated me more when the cops and feds hit the clubhouse. They think I snitch

Serena's POVI woke slowly, and my head felt heavy like a stone had been dropped inside it. My eyes opened, but the world was blurry, and my mouth was dry, and every breath scraped against my throat. For a moment I couldn’t even remember where I was, and I lay still, trying to make sense of the shadows moving around me.Myles.. That was the only name coming to my head at the time, and all I could think of, him coming to rescue me from whatever nightmare that was.The floor under me was cold, and I blinked hard until shapes came clear in my sight. A dim light shone somewhere above, throwing long shadows against the walls, and I noticed that the room was bare and dark. This was just a typical bad guy hideout, and I knew it.A few men stood near the far wall, talking in low voices and their faces blurred in and out as I fought the fog inside my head.I tried to sit up, but my body felt weak, and my hands shook as I pushed against the floor. I managed to crawl a few inches before one of

Myles' POVThe metal stayed cold against my back as I froze.“Don’t move,” the voice said again.Something in the tone made me pause. It was high, lighter than I expected, and I slowly raised my hands and turned around.A kid stood there, a girl. She couldn’t have been more than twelve, and she held a shotgun pointed at my chest, but the way her fingers gripped it made me tense for another reason, one wrong twitch and she might blow a hole through herself or me.“Easy,” I said quietly.“Shut up,” she barked. “I know how to use it.”Her small hands shook a little as she tried to steady the gun, and the barrel wavered between my chest and the floor.“You’re holding it wrong,” I told her, keeping my voice calm. “Keep your finger off the trigger unless you’re ready to fire. And your shoulder…”“I don’t want tips,” she snapped with eyes flashing. “I said I know what I’m doing.”I saw her thumb slide near the safety and she didn’t even notice. My gut clenched. She could hurt herself any sec