Remmick #sinners Novels & Stories

Luciano growled, putting a blazing knife over his neck, his hand choking that poor’s jaw, unaware of my presence. “Sono pronto a morire, maestro, ho commesso un peccato imperdonabile, (I’m ready to die, master, I committed an unforgivable sin),” Domenico sobbed, it was rare to see these men expressing their vulnerability. Luciano doesn’t put knives on him every day, of course, anyone would cry at their death moment. “No, he isn’t gonna die! I won’t let this happen,” I screamed back to my subconscious. Zoning back to the crime scene. My hands shivered imagining Luciano putting that weapon on me, but pushed that thought on the edge of my mind.

"You really deserve an award, but unfortunately for you, I was prepared, or you might really have won." Walking to my bedside drawer, I took out a pinhole camera from the flowers my friend had sent me. Looking at the nurses, I then said, "Please call the cops. There's been a murder, and I have evidence." Then, turning back to Zach and Tina, I laughed as they went slack-jawed. "What, are you stupid? Did you think I'd leave my baby girl here alone? I just had to make sure I was hiding your bastard's face, and you did the rest."

“ I’ll handle it “ I snap. I flick the joint at Joker and he jumps up brushing the lit joint off his jeans with a curse. “ Dick “ he mutters, glaring at me. I smirk and stand to my full height , Joker was tall , but I was taller. “ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them.

Closing the door behind me, I close my eyes and crawl down by the door, thinking of all the ways I could make things right with little Michelle. *** ***LONDON'S POV*** I wake up to distant noises I couldn't understand, but then, it starts getting clear and the room grows unfamiliar before me. I am in a... Hospital? And the voice I am hearing belongs to Sin. "Sin?" I call out and he turns out to me, his angry face softening as he hangs up the call and rushes over to me. Grabbing both hands around mind, he squeezes gently. "Those motherfuckers are going to pay for what they did to you," he grits out.

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

Levi’s says, his voice a deadly whisper that sends shivers down everyone’s spine as cold fingers move their way down. “You will not disrespect our woman without consequences.” Levi throws Remiel towards the back wall as he finishes his threat, the cold fingers of the dead dissipating once he finishes speaking. Remiel hits the back wall with a loud thud, before collapsing on the floor in a heap of mangled limbs. I watch in horror as blood begins to pool around him, presumably from where his head made contact with the wall.

I felt the sting of humiliation pierce through my chest. My heart thundered as they guided me toward the open car door, and I thought. this is it. This is how I lose everything. How I lose my chance to get revenge on Nathan. And then… “Stop.” The single word cut through the night. All. Eyes snapped to its direction. And there he was. He stood by the gate, tall and composed and with that familiar aura of his. Damien Sinclair. The officers seemed to recognize him instantly. I felt them tense up on the sight of him. And then, one of them stepped forward. “Mr. Sinclair, sir… we were just… ”

I don't want to go to jail! Sandra got such a fright that she actually wet herself, leaving the sharp smell of ammonia lingering in the air. Meanwhile, Remy fought hard like a maniac, roaring, "I refuse! I am part of the Lincoln family too! You can't do this to me! You fucking liar, Alex Sutherland! I'm going to kill you!" The security guards didn't hesitate to pummel him in the stomach to silence his curses. Then, they dragged Remy, Karen, and Sandra out of the venue like lifeless bodies.

“Shameless. Everyone already knows you fucked Miguel Renard. Everyone has seen the leaked nudes with Lucas, my friend, the one who learned what happens when he touches what is mine. You drag that history into a restaurant and swing at the only people who still answered your messages. You make my name look like a brawl in a parking lot. Me? Kai Lennox?” He did not stop. The impacts continued, methodical, the kind of calculated violence that left marks without requiring explanation the next day. Elara curled inward, arms raised, breath coming in short, broken pulls. She did not scream. The tower walls were thick and the children were supposed to be in their own wings. They were not.

"What? You look like you've seen a ghost." Selena blinked, then scowled. "What are you doing out? Weren't you supposed to be locked up?" I smirked. "What can I say? I have a way with people." I looked her over, taking in her pale complexion, the exhaustion evident in her eyes. my smirk widened. "Damn, Remmick. Letting yourself get beaten up this badly? That's embarrassing." Her scowl deepened. "Shut up, Liam." I chuckled, tilting my head. "Nah, I think I'll enjoy this moment a little longer."