Ciaphas Cain Series Novels & Stories

As I sneak my head through the opening of the very first door, I can hear the distinct sound of my father's voice echo straight through the warehouse. In the center of the warehouse, we can see Mason, Christian and Damian tied up to chairs with Joseph hovering his guns in their faces. We knew that the war would come to an end, but not quite like this. Not with the most powerful man tied to a chair staring at his fate in the face. But this is not how it shall end today. The great Christian Caine shall fall, not by a mediocre man that has been hiding away from his life for years, and now he claims to walk in and stake as what is his.

“Your name was buried years ago. Erased from every federal, medical, and state archive. Only two people ever had access.” Saxon looked up. “You and—” Cain finished it. “Vincente.” — 12:25 P.M. The car Cain stole from the second safehouse hit 140 down the abandoned country road. Saxon sat in the passenger seat, seatbelt tight, watching Cain with a look that was half-horrified, half-turned-on. He’d seen this version of Cain only once. After Saxon had nearly been kidnapped by a rival syndicate at nineteen. That version of Cain had left six men dead in a river, a knife in his thigh, and a message carved into the torso of their leader.

My own mother—his stepmother—was on the line while her son fucked me senseless. Cain’s voice stayed perfectly normal as he spoke to her, but his next thrust was vicious, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back. “Sophia’s doing fine with her thesis,” he said smoothly. “She’s working very… hard… right now.” His fingers found my clit again, rubbing fast. I was going to come again. With my mother listening. Will I be able to stay silent while Cain forces another orgasm out of me during the call with Mom? Or will this twisted game finally expose our forbidden secret and destroy everything?

CHAOS’ POV I let my mind wander back to all that has happened today, the unending catching up and what not. In as much as it felt good to be alive, it didn’t help that this place awakened bad memories for me and to make matters worse, my innocent son, okay my semi-innocent son Xavier was here in this infested pack.

Hey guys, I apologise for the delays with the edits for this book. I appreciate everyone that has stuck by me and my characters as I traverse the difficulties of juggling life and the love of writing for you all. Chapter 70-Alpha Ceremony is now the official ending of Book 1, A Deadly Obsession, and I hope you can all be patient with me a little longer as I get through the changes for the beginning of book 2, Blood-Moon Rising.

I frowned when I saw Christian grind his teeth and clench the mug so hard that his knuckles turned white making me frown in confusion. “Understood. Serena says you are suspecting the younger Aslanov. Why is this?” to say that a question never made me tense so much would be an understatement, even Christian could read it in my body language. “There’s something you should see” I said as I fought back a sigh. Might as well show him what happened before Sienna went missing “follow me” Christian got up and followed me toward the security room where Alexis and Daniro were working on finding the footage. The men stood up when they caught sight of me and I smiled motioning for them to sit down.

he smirked and kept the knife an inch distance between her neck. “Please don’t kill me,” Bianca begged. “We won’t. Tell me the password,” Tiffany asked her one last time. One last time. “I won’t,” Bianca daringly said and closed her eyes, accepting her death is approaching her. Wes pressed the knife on her neck, letting a drop of blood fall on the floor. “I will tell the password. Leave her,” Caleb came out of the hiding place. He knows he and his sisters will go to jail if the secret is revealed. There’s also someone else involved in it with Lowe's family. But he’s ready to tell it to Bianca.

The remaining Devils Hollow crew stepped forward with hands flexing and shoulders tight while CAGERS men moved in from every direction, forming a solid wall without anybody needing to give a single order. My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. Cain held the man by the throat with one hand, his black-taped fingers dug into the flesh, while his other hand braced flat against the drywall beside his head. He didn’t look angry, and that was the truly terrifying part of the display; he looked calm, terribly, clinically calm. “Careful,” Cain muttered, his voice just loud enough I could hear his words over the suddenly lowered music and noise. “You’re visiting.”

The moment she picked up the USB, she had stepped into his world. “You have minutes before the rest of my security forces get here,” Cain said, his voice calm, conversational. “You can kill me, fight your way out, and watch Jessica die.” Lena’s grip tightened on the gun. “Or,” Cain continued, “you can plug that drive into the terminal behind you, open it, and see the bigger picture.” Michael growled. “Bigger picture? You mean your next level of bullshit?” Cain exhaled. “Michael, I’ve always liked you. Really. You’re predictable. Direct. Simple.”

"Get a security detail on the clinic by morning. Plainclothes. Rotating. She doesn't know about it." "And if she asks about unfamiliar faces in the area?" "She won't notice. She's spent too long believing nobody is watching her back." He turned. "What else?" Cain looked down at the third file. And something in his expression changed. Just slightly. Just enough. Dylan caught it immediately. "What?" "He's been making enquiries," Cain said. "About a healer in Crestwood. Careful ones. Three weeks of them." He looked up. "He wasn't looking by accident. Someone gave him a direction."