Remmick #sinners Novels & Stories

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Michael It felt like all the air had been sucked out of me, like I was being pushed into a bottomless pit after hearing what Diego said. All this time, the enemy I’d been searching for was actually so close—and that man was now with Lenka. Jonas is the leader of the Blacksheep Mafia. Being a police officer was just his way of hiding his true identity—or maybe he simply enjoyed playing around with that status. Either way, he had successfully deceived many people, including Lenka.

Rowan's presence alone dominates the room in a menacing way. Making me breathless. “Alpha… please…” Remi is genuinely frightened as she didn’t expect Rowan to come back so soon. I immediately hid the birth control pills under the blanket. Rowan pulls out a gun from the holster around his right thigh and aims it at Remi. “You disobey me, you know the consequences.” Remi looks at me pitifully, as if accepting her fate. As if she knows she is wrong and she deserves to die. She smiles at me as she kneels, facing the gun, “I’m sorry, Alpha,” She hangs her head low, ready to die.

I looked at Kaia, “So you were trained like Sinclair?” “Yup, once upon a time we were Canary and Sin.” “Yeah, and Thalia, she was Kabar,” Sinclair said with a smile. I feel like I’m in a warped universe. Adrian comes up and starts messing with Kaia and Sinclair again. “Yeah, Canary and Sin. Little badass femme fatales, Aric. If Sinclair really is your sister, you could stand to learn a thing or two from her.” I smirked, “Sinclair, do you still have the gun?”

It gave the nightclub a whole different feel to it now that you could see the corners and nooks and crannies. I was coming out of the bathroom when there was a knock on the main door. Ashton was at the bar and lifted his head up. “Yeah?” The door opened. Elijah stuck his head inside. “Remmi West is requesting to come up.” Ashton’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Remmi? Now?” He nodded, grim. “She’s by herself, and I’m told she’s irate. It’s about Marco, doing what you told him to do.”

When I kept staring at her she repeated herself. “It was Adrian Moretti.” I was broken out of my memory when the officiant asked us to stand together, holding hands. He started speaking out his regular words. After all the vows he spoke he asked Sienna, “Do you take Lucian to be your lawful husband?” “Yes, I do.” Sienna replied with a release of breath as she looked up at me with a smile. But all I could see was my sister covered in blood. In that instant I made up my mind. I was doing this no matter what. And when the officiant asked me, I put a mask on my face and brought a smile on my lips as I uttered the words that would change everything.

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. A Sinner's Redemption umitsaquarius. All Rights Reserved © 2021

Maybe I would be remembered as the mafia boss who did something good for the citizens. The temptation was sinking under my skin, drenching my nerves, and chilling my bones. The job was easy, though. Picking up the gun from the coffee table I placed twelve minutes ago, targeting the man who was muttering rubbish, I pulled the trigger. One pull and boom, I would write a new history. The only problem was the man I was thinking of killing was my family. My blood, my cousin. Rocco Moretti.

The old pool hall was a dive, full of lowlifes, thieves, and small time gangsters. The one place Remy had tried to escape, but her anger had brought her back, back to a place she didn’t ever want to be. Marisol, the rich bitch who thought she could walk into Dirty Angels and tell her what to do, take what was hers. She didn’t trust her around Ethan, not one bit, and if she crossed Remy again, Remy would show her who she really was.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I am Sloth.” Derick blinked, confused. “Sloth? What kind of name is that?” “One of the Seven Deadly Sins,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance. “And I’m here to serve Damien.” My jaw nearly hit the ground. Damien… has one of the Sins under his command? No. Impossible. “You don’t believe me.” His grin widened, sharp as a knife. “But you will. Because I’m in charge of you three now.” “How did you—read my mind?” I stammered, throat tightening.