Augustus Sinclair Novels & Stories

“So, I've been hearing news that even after marriage, you refused to accept Anastatia Vicenzo as your Donna? I believe we've spoken about this before the pact.” Small brained Callias, the newest capo of my branch in North America decided that he'd already written down his will and cleared his throat, “Don, we've already spoken about this before, yes. But if I could remember clearly, we didn't agree with this and we never will.” The others nods in agreement before Ellias, Callias brother, decides to speak up too. Oh, small brained syndrome definitely runs in the blood. It's a family thing I guess.

My heels clunk on the concrete ground as I hurried, while attempting to take a few sips of my water. I made it but just as I was about to open the door, a rough hand enclosed itself around my forearm. I spun around, coming face to face with Victor. This time, his expression was different. He seemed annoyed, a little deranged but most of all-the lust in his eyes was not the appealing kind.

Eighty-one years old, thinner than he'd been eighteen months ago, the cane leaning against the desk in the way it always did when he'd already been on his feet too long — and understood with complete clarity that he knew something I didn't, had known it for some time, if he was staying silent, it was because he'd chosen silence. Whatever he knew, he had already chosen to keep it. My eyes drifted briefly to the pen on his desk. Then back to him. "Holt has nothing to do with Churchill Sentinel." Augustus didn't seem surprised by the question. "No. He works for me." Augustus picked up his pen, the old fountain one, which he set on the desk rather than opening. "Draxler. You have a company to ru

Augustus was the one man in south Texas who could usually keep him in scale, and he built on his advantage whenever he could. He started many a day by pitching Call a hot biscuit and remarking point-blank, “You know, Call, you ain’t really no giant.” A simple heart like Pea could never understand such behavior. It gave Augustus a laugh sometimes to consider that Call could hoodwink a man nearly twice his size, getting Pea to confuse the inner with the outer man. But of course Call

But he must have been an important figure due to how Julie was taking it as a big deal because she glared at me. “I know you are oblivious and all. But how can you not know Sinclair Stone is your husband? The Sinclair Stone of Sin Inc.” “What?!” “Yes, your husband is the CEO of Sin Inc. The place you would go for an interview tomorrow.” Sinclair Stone was my husband and the interviewer on my report! I didn't know. But I wasn't to be blamed. Or maybe I was. If I had tried asking my parents about the man they had sold me off to, it would have prepared me to know I was wedding my, maybe future, boss.

I didn’t know how to tell them that I’m in a rush to go back home because I want to save my mate, Justin. “I feel you looking at me. It’s creepy.” Ainsley is in my car with me. “What’s going on, Arthur?” I know I cannot say ‘nothing’ to her, she will keep pestering me for an answer. “Mom called me. She has Justin tied up in the secured cell.” She grasped. “Why will she do that?” “Because Dr Reyes killed Adrian,” I replied to her. “But he didn’t.” “She doesn’t know that.” “I still don’t get it. Why will she take Justin to the secured cell to question her?”

“I know you look at me worse than a prostitute. Go on, shove that to my freaking face, Clyve, because you are so damn self-righteous that you never made mistakes. But I can’t turn back the time. One thing you should know is I never regretted every damn time I did what I did. That’s what made me who I am today. That’s why I am still here standing despite what happened in my past life. I will do it in a heartbeat for the sake of someone I care about. I never felt ashamed of being a Sindy Kate in case you haven’t noticed.” Maybe there was a grain of regret and trust left in him because he suddenly dropped his gaze. “Let me guess, you never experienced in a situation without a damn choice, have

“So what are you now going on about after learning the truth?” I wanted to scoff in her face, but I remained calm. Instead of replying to her, I clapped my hands. Clinton remained calm by my side, but I could feel his concern and his hot gaze on my skin, which helped me maintain my cool. The man who owed me a favor sauntered toward me, his phone tight in his left hand. I hadn't wanted to involve him in this, but I figured it would be nice to have another person on my team, and he was more than happy to do it.

It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”