Lahat ng Kabanata ng Saint by Day,Sinner by Night: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Murphy's POVI stepped into the room and shut the door behind me. The smell was the first smell that met my nostrils, with some mashed potatoes and stew splattered on the wall, and glass from the water lay on the floor. I frowned and shook my head.“What a waste,” I said. “Sure you’re not hungry, sweetheart? Looks like somebody went through a lot of trouble for you.”Serena stood stiff near the bed. Her chin was up, but I could see the tremble in her hands. She didn’t answer and I dragged the chair from the corner and sat down, leaning back with a lazy grin. I loved moments like this, watching them try to look brave while they shook inside.“Sit,” I said, motioning at the bed.Her eyes darted to the door. She thought she could make a run for it, and I laughed.“Go ahead,” I said coldly. “Try it. If you think you can plough through squads of armed men, be my guest.”She hesitated, then sat on the edge of the bed while her eyes burned holes in me.“What the fuck do you want with me?” sh

Myles' POVI woke with a start with my heart was racing, and sweat was cold on my skin, and for a second I didn’t know where I was. The dream still clung to me as Serena’s face was there, streaked with tears. She had been calling my name, begging me to help her, and then darkness swallowed her and I jolted awake.I sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face. Paul and Mary’s guest room was small but neat, and they had given me clean sheets and a blanket. My bandages felt tight across my ribs. Mary had cleaned the burns and cuts last night, but they still ached every time I moved.I groaned and pushed myself to my feet. I reached for the painkillers they left on the nightstand and swallowed two with a sip of water, and for a moment, I just stood there staring at the dark window. Serena was out there somewhere, maybe hurt, maybe worse and I couldn’t sit here while she needed me.I picked up the phone Paul had given me and tried Serena’s number again for the thousandth time, but sti

Myles's POVThe grinding sound of metal could be heard as the garage door finally gave way. Sparks scattered across the concrete like fireworks, and the second the gap widened enough, I twisted the throttle.The black bike roared to life beneath me, and I shot forward like a bullet, the front wheel lifting just enough to skim the air before slamming back down.“Stop him!” voices thundered but I didn’t stop.Cops scattered, diving left and right as I tore through the ruined garage door. Their flashlights blinded me with their guns already rising, but the speed carried me past before they could get a clear shot, and then the noise started with the bullets.They hissed past me, snapping at the air inches from my head. Some smacked against the walls, some sparked off the ground, and one slammed into the back fender of the bike, and I felt the vibration run through my whole body.“Stop or we’ll open fire!” a fed shouted behind me.“They already did,” I muttered under my breath and leaned l

Myles's POVThe night was cold, and the wind slapped against my face as I rode with Ajax and the others. Engines roared behind me, steady and strong, a dozen bikes moving as one. I could feel the weight of every headlight burning a path through the dark, like we were cutting across the night itself. My arm still stung where that bullet had grazed me earlier, but I didn’t let it slow me down. Not now.We were heading straight for Knox. Straight for the bastards who had turned on me. I knew they were waiting. Hell, they probably knew I was on my way before I even made up my mind to come. That didn’t matter. What mattered was Serena. And if Knox had her, then I was done hiding.Ajax pulled up closer to me, his bike purring like a beast. “Boss,” he shouted over the roar of engines, “you really think they’ll talk?”I kept my eyes on the road ahead. “They’ll talk,” I said. “Whether they want to or not.”A few miles later, we slowed as the empty stretch of road ahead came into view. No car

Serena’s POVThe gunfire outside grew louder. My heart pounded in my chest as I pressed my hands against the door. I could hear men shouting, boots slamming, and bullets cracking through walls. My whole body shook, but this time it wasn’t fear...it was hope.“Myles,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. “It’s him. It has to be him.”I backed away from the door, clutching my chest. I could already picture him bursting in, gun in hand, fire in his eyes. He’d sweep me into his arms, and all of this would finally be over.But then...BOOM!The back wall of the room exploded inward with a thunderous blast. The shockwave threw me off my feet. I slammed hard into the floor, the breath ripped from my lungs. Dust filled the air, choking me, and my ears rang so loud I couldn’t hear anything for a few seconds.I coughed, clawing at the floor, struggling to sit up. My vision spun. Everything was fuzzy and hazy. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, trying to focus.Then I saw them.Men. Dark figures stepp