All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

STEELThe car was quiet. Sin rode beside me, her chin on the black glass, her pale face a ghostly white in the panes. I still had the incessant beep of the monitor at the hospital stuck in my head, still could smell the antiseptic in the room.All I could perceive now was the engine's rumble and the soft rhythm of her breathing. She had not uttered a single sound since the doctor informed us what I already knew in my heart — I'd brought her back.As we pulled onto the macadam, tree-canopied drive, her hold on her lap tightened unobtrusively. The headlights fell upon the mansion — white stone walls, high windows, all the lights already lit within. I had seen to that.She looked at it, at me. "You own this?""I constructed it," I replied softly. "For you."Her laughter was tiny, mocking. "For me? You mean for your control problem.""Maybe both," I grudgingly conceded, easing. "Look around before you leap to name-calling."Boyce's vehicle flickered up behind me, tires screeching on the g

CATALINAI have no idea whatsoever who I was waiting for to go see Sin's with that afternoon, but this wasn't her — bun in her hair, sunglasses half-covering her face, and a glass of wine with a tablet next to it that she wasn't even glancing at."WOW," I said, entering her living room like trespassing in a museum of holy things. "If that's glamorous Sin Alexander Boyce everybody's so scared of, I guess I turned somewhere."Sin's brow eased, and she said nothing."Catalina, I don't want to."I grinned, dumping my bag onto her couch. "Oh, you're in the mood — just not the one you're looking for."She drew her eyebrows up over the glasses. "What are you saying?""You're distressed," I sat down next to her on the couch. "And by the amount of gasping you've been doing every five seconds, it's not Steel's new security force or the media. It's you."She snorted. "Thirty seconds in the door and already a doctor?"I don't need an extension," I said, standing up. "I see the same flame that I s

RUSTOVI'd cowered for too long in the lee of the city walls—each and every one of them agitated in their confusion—but Steel's city. This city reeked of discipline. Every man I saw as I walked had my kind of eyes: watchful, calculating, devoted to whoever happened to be holding the string.And today, that string would be held by Damian Moretti.I leaned against the black SUV as it pulled up before a large estate—no open doors unless the other people wished for them. A show of power. Befitting a man who had buried one of his own the night before.The door creaked open. A dark-jacketed person waved."Mr. Rustov, he's waiting for you."I stepped out, straightened my coat, and walked through the entryway. The air smelled faintly of cigar smoke and old whiskey—both of which I’d killed men over in my youth.Damian sat behind his desk, his eyes hard and distant, like a man who’d seen too much blood and not enough sleep.He didn’t stand.He didn’t have to."Rustov." I called out flatly. "I w

ADRIANThe boardroom air was thick with the scent of coffee and tension.Steel strode back and forth in front of the big table, that exasperated scowl etched across his forehead as if trying to excise strategy from wrath. Knox stood next to me, tapping his pen against the top of his notebook like a metronome measuring off seconds until the tempest. Mikhail with his back to the chair back, bandaged hand from the gunshot wound he was recovering from, and Keith silently reading something on his phone that would have absolutely nothing to do with the meeting. Boyce and the twins, Jasson and Jaden, planted themselves all huddled together in a row at the end like a coiled spring of energy waiting to spring.It was a week of violence and threats, and the air in the room was heavy with tension as we prepared to say out loud the name which hung over us.Damian Valorti.Steel's father. My nemesis. The man who existed like a specter until he decided to crawl out of hell once more, more trouble

STEELI had already had my fill of chit-chat for the day while Knox was still yapping away. He was giving his third such speech on "communication saving relationships," and I swear if he said pregnancy hormones again, I was going to jam his coffee cup down his gullet.I love the blockhead like a brother, but finesse is not in him.Laughing at me, I played it back on my phone. It had only one name in bold letters, curlicued like a femme fatale: Keith.I didn't think twice before I sent it.> Meet me in my office. Now. Don't tell anyone.Knox's eyebrow leapt up when I got up. "Are you ducking out to make up with Sin already?""Something like that."He grinned. "Use your words, champ!"I gave him the finger on the way out.I walked into my office, which was completely silent. Too silent.The kind of silence that makes your head ring.I heard Keith enter the room a few minutes later, as always punctual. I understood that he was walking back and forth in the room in high alert mode, guarde