Reno Sinclair Novels & Stories

"Give me the name, Randolph." Belishaw struggled to stay silent, but it was like trying to catch grains of sand. Sinclair sighed and lifted the scalpel. This time he didn't move out of anger. He flicked his wrist and sliced Belishaw's other cheek. A cry escaped his lips, but he did not let the name out. Sinclair set his weapon down. "I wonder if I need to bring additional motivation for you? Perhaps the human woman you've been seeing. Jodie Harkness? Would she loosen your tongue if I had her to play with?"

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

I scream and hung up. Monday morning I arrive at work extra early and emidiatly call Sinclair. " Hello this is Mr. Rossa I need to talt to Sebastian Sinclair, its urgent!" I say as soon as his Secretary greets me. The Sinclairs are not just a new partner, they are our new allies. We fought with them for almost five years for the New Yorker drugs territory , it was a fucking bloodbath and we finally found a way to share and even double or income by working together.

I breathed in, let it out slowly, and shook my head. “I'd pretend I didn't have this conversation with you.” I forced a smile onto my face and stepped away from her. “Face the truth, sister dearest, Sinclair is just with you because you are a machine to breed on. After he's done, he'll discard you.” She cackled, walking away. Where had I heard that from? I creased my brows whilst gazing at her back. Adrina had said the same thing, but I had brushed it off.

Jennifer Luciano Bernardi, the man who had the power to numb me in one finger’s snap. He was standing before my eyes, near the glass window, his hands in his suit-pockets. While there stood his men apart from him, outspread in every corner of this lounge, steady to obey any command given by the man I become terrified of the most. Luciano’s aura was frighteningly aloof and that teased me the most. His eyes expressed nothing. No emotions, just blank there and that was a thing to worry about.

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

I hissed with a scowl before raising my knee to his manhood. He blocked it the first time, but he wasn't expecting the second with the opposite leg. As he bent over in pain I reached down to my holster taking the Praesidium Deae Astra. When he looked back up, his face still in a grimace, I took the opportunity to knock him off his feet so that I was straddling him once again. Before he could retaliate I took his wrist and carved a tiny slit into his skin. In seconds his entire body had gone all floppy and unresponsive except for his eyes.

“I have an actual asset in my company, Richardson. A woman who uncovered your little scheme in about two hours from public filings. It astonishes me that you aren’t already in prison with your incompetence.” In reality, he knew that it was Raven’s level of aptitude that had drawn the links together. Richardson was making an effort to gulp back the tears now. This sad little man tried to put on a brave face after all this. “Mr. Sinclair, this isn’t necessary. I’m on your side. We’re both civilized men, after all. Let’s discuss this. Let me help you.” “Help me?” Kade had to keep himself from letting his astonishment show. How could this man be so dense? “Civilized men? What movie did you pull

As if she hadn't done enough already. "Highly doubt you shoved your way in here to waste my time making small talk." Then he refocused to the array of windows lighting up his monitor rather than dignifying her taunting pout with a glance. "So why don't you quit with the bullshit games and cut to the chase?” “Why was Sinclair Group's latest bid rejected?” Mason's fingers stilled over the keyboard as the name triggered a spark of recognition in his brain. No...no fucking way–