All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

STEELThe moment I laid eyes on her—bandaged, pale, connected to an IV—I realized I was about to lose my mind.Sin was propped up in the bed like she was on a hotel lounge chair, still wearing that hospital gown, debating with the doctor as if she hadn’t just been kidnapped, almost killed, and brought in semi conscious an hour earlier.“I’m absolutely fine, Dr. James,” she stated, her tone collected, determined as ever. “Just take out the IV, and I can leave by myself.”"Okay?" I growled, moving nearer. "You look as though you just battled a demon in a blender."She cast me a weary look. "You're being over the top, Steel."“Not a chance, darling,” I retorted, crossing my arms. "You’re acting crazy." You've lost blood, you're injured, and your head's bandaged more snugly than a holiday ham.“Watch your words,” Catalina hissed from her spot as she attempted to amuse Majesty with crayons."Ugh, come on," I said under my breath. “That kid has encountered more severe situations.” "I’m cert

BOYCEThe night atmosphere was calm, filled with chlorine and the subtle aroma of jasmine that Sin always enjoyed having near the pool. The house was excessively silent for ease. I could perceive the soft buzz of the city beyond the gates, yet within these walls—silence, heavy and poised.She had phoned before sounding so calm and intentional. "Join me at the pool side with Malik.” It was simply that tone she adopted when she had already made up her mind about something.Malik was now seated beside me on the bench by the pool. His hands were tucked into his hoodie pockets, sneakers hitting the tiles. He appeared anxious and cautious.Sin was a short distance away, barefoot, dressed in a robe above her swimsuit. Her hair was wet, with some curls sticking to her cheek. She looked… exhausted, not damaged, not upset, just so tired that it made my chest hurt.“Sin,” I began, “what’s going on?”She avoided making eye contact with me. Her eyes were focused on the pool, the gentle blue glow

SINAs soon as Cara’s voice came through the phone, I realized something was off. Not merely wrong — dangerous. When I managed to trace the call, Keith was already tossing the SUV keys in my direction. I didn't even put on a coat. Boyce trailed two paces behind me, his complexion ashen, eyes large in that shocked silence that always leads to trouble.“She mentioned the park,” I whispered, holding the wheel tightly enough that my knuckles went pale. “She said—”"I understand," Keith murmured next to me, phone held against his ear. “EMS is already present.” “They said that she is still alive.”Boyce remained still in the rear seat, his hand covering his mouth. "Still alive," he murmured quietly, as if repeating it would make it a reality.The sirens encountered us midway. Flashing blue and red illuminated the windshield as snow swirled through the beams. I slammed the brakes next to the park, my heart racing.Then I noticed her.Cara.Her body was wrapped in a blanket, partially staine

STEELThe airport was noisy — a sort of turmoil that dulls your senses. Wheeled luggage, clicking footwear, whispered announcements fading into noise. Yet amidst it all, I could still hear her heartbeat. Panic has a beat, and Detective Calloway was in sync with it.I trailed her in the crowd, my coat collar raised, gaze fixed on the back of her head. She was moving quickly — nearly sprinting — gripping a duffel bag as if it contained her final glimmer of hope.“Calloway.”She stopped in her tracks. Failed to rotate. Simply remained there, panting heavily.I moved another step ahead, my boots resonating on the marble surface. “Going somewhere?”She finally turned. Her complexion was ashen, gaze frantic. "You don't belong here, Steel."“Nor do you.” I angled my head toward the flight information display. “Planning to go to Spain? Or could it have been Dubai? "Difficult to stay organized when your plans unravel so quickly."Her grip on the bag strap tightened. “You have no idea what you'

DAMIAN The noise of my own breath began to annoy me as every other thing that moves these days.Excessively noisy. Excessively pointed like the very air sought to blame me for something.The city buzzed outside my office window, lights spilling into the night like fresh injuries, but in this space—everything felt frigid, silent, and vibrating beneath my skin. The television remained on in the background, silent, looping the same damn headline:Detective Calloway taken into custody regarding Nyla Vasclov's death—sources suggest links to Damian Valorti's activities under federal scrutiny.My identity. Upon the display. Once more.I looked away before I tossed something at it.This was not meant to occur. Not in this way. Rustov was meant to wipe away the blood, maintain the equilibrium, and support the walls. He assured me of consistency. He guaranteed me authority. Now he was decaying six feet down, and everyone who’d ever gripped my hand was either gone, concealed, or blabbing to the