All Chapters of Saint by Day,Sinner by Night: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Myles's POVI was standing at the front of the room in our main clubhouse in silence with my hands resting on the worn wood of the bar. Today was the day we buried Trevor, what was left of him at least, and tonight, we were carrying out the ritual to send him off.My eyes didn’t leave the pictures of Trevor on the table. One from an old ride, laughing as they passed the highway sign that said ‘Hell’s Backbone.’ The image of Trevor was forever frozen in time, but I knew better than to believe that memory was all that was left.We were going to send him off tonight. But what the hell does that even mean? How do you honor a man who died too soon? How do you do a ritual when your soul is cracking open from the loss?He wasn’t just the vice president. He was the man I trusted with everything. The guy who understood the silence between words, since I didn't like talking much. The one who never had to say “I’ve got your back” because his actions said it all. Trevor didn’t give a shit about a

Serena's POVI stepped out and shut the door of Myles's office behind me gently. For some reason, my heart was thumping loudly within my chest as his words continued to ring in my head.Now, I know you probably think of me as some kind of a badass Alpha female, but to be honest, I was pretty much hurt at Myles's words. I didn't want to stay there for a minute longer.I stopped outside and leaned on the door, trying to get a better grip on myself before heading out. Somehow, just somehow, I was scared too. Myles had never opened up that much, and the way he suddenly did so was kinda scary.He did not attempt to follow or call out to me following my sudden exit, and I was greatful he didn't. I took quick breaths and then headed towards the exit, I couldn't wait to get out of that building.I walked past Naomi at the front desk and I didn't even bother to spare a glance in her direction, let alone my words. I was kinda afraid that she'd see right through my walls and tell that my short m

Serena's POVI paused with my fingers grazing the door handle, and a silent look passed between me and Davies.“Are you expecting someone?” Davies asked with his hand instinctively going to his waist, where I knew he had his firearm.“No.” I shook my head. “I stay here with my roommate, but she's not home until 2 pm.”I edged towards the door and was about to peep through the hole when Davies's firm grip on my shoulder stopped me.“Step back, please.” He said softly. He really wasn't taking any chances.I complied immediately and stepped back as the detective moved towards the door with his hand already on the gun at his waist. He peeped through the peephole for a while.“Mid-thirties Caucasian male, clean shaven, blue eyes.” The detective announced and turned towards me. “That's Myles Voss, attorney at law! You know him?”I knew who it was immediately when I heard the description.“Yeah. That's my fiancé.”The detective's eyes widened slightly in surprise at my words. I take it he ha

Myles's POVThis was Murphy; this was the ghost's doing. He wanted to disrupt my peace in every aspect. He wanted to really make me feel it and I couldn't deny that he was slowly getting what he wanted. He knew I would very much like to take this case. He knew very well that I'd be obliged to take the case as much as I didn't want to; if not, he'd get away with it, and what's more? The media would paint me differently.I had to think about this. I had to think this thoroughly before taking any actions, but for now, I pushed the thought of it to the back of my mind.My eyes met the calendar on the wall, and for a while, I stopped and stared at it in silence. The wedding, my supposed wedding, would be coming up soon in a matter of days and I wasn't doing anything to prepare for it. Now I wasn't thrilled about the whole thing, and neither was I looking forward to it, but I knew that to really get people into it, believing that it was really real, I had to play the part really well.An

Myles's POVThe door to Conference Room B swung open as I stepped inside. The room was set up just as it always was, sharp and efficient. A long, dark table dominated the middle with a few chairs surrounding it. Damian Royce, my Client Relationship Manager, was seated at the far end of the table. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to recognize the slight tension in his shoulders. Or maybe he was still brooding over our discussion earlier.Sue Summers, our lead paralegal, sat on his right with her eyes locked onto the digital tablet in front of her. Jean Boyega, her counterpart, was on her left, furiously scribbling notes in his ever-present notebook.Ned Fisher, one of our senior associates, was leaning back in his chair with arms crossed and a bored look on his face, yet I could sense the subtle anticipation in his posture. And then there was Edward Poe, the newest addition to the team, his youthful energy still fresh in his eyes despite the stress he’d been