All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 141 - Chapter 144

STEELThe scent of diesel and blood filled the air. The docks had fallen silent, save for the steady drone of the generator and the relentless pounding of the waves. I stood at the entrance of the warehouse, the barrel of my gun shining beneath the overhead floodlight, and observed Damian attempting to persuade one of his men to repair the jammed gate.He was older, less strong. Yet I could still perceive the same icy arrogance in his stance — that slight lift of his chin, as if the world still owed him its backbone.“Funny,” I remarked, emerging from the darkness. "You have always been someone who believed he could outrun his wrongdoings."Damian stood still. His men moved — and stood still as well. Their weapons lifted, but before they had time to react, Jasson’s voice sounded calm behind me.“Drop your weapons.”The noise of safeties disengaging echoed around — Keith on the left side, Boyce on the right side, Adrian behind, and my twins, Jasson and Jaden, overseeing the exits. The

SINThe room looked like the consequences of a glitter explosion.Confetti blanketed the carpet, champagne flutes sparkled in dim light, and a hundred “Mrs. Moretti ” balloons floated gently against the ceiling. The laughter had dissipated, yet it lingered in the air like fragrance.Catalina had been the worst of the bunch, presenting me with an “adult basket” and murmuring, "You'll require this, Queen. Majesty—my little, tyrannical flower girl—was nestled in a heap of pillows, her sugar-stained lips slightly ajar.I slumped onto the couch, hair cascading down, cheeks aching from grinning.“Wow, being happy is tiring,” I whispered.Melissa's laughter echoed from the entrance. "Are you?" Fatigued? You’ve endured a kidnapping, a family conflict, and the media. "This ought to be a holiday.""Easy is a term that depends on perspective." I pulled off my high heels. "I haven't put on such harsh shoes since fashion week."She grinned. "Tomorrow, you will wed a man who commands as effortless