Reno Sinclair Novels & Stories

This house was a tool, just like everything else. As I pushed open the heavy oak door to the study, the Sinclair reps turned toward me, three men and one woman, all in tailored suits, their faces a mix of caution and calculated politeness. Standing in front was a silver-haired man, probably in his late fifties, whom I assumed to be the one who called the shots. A face I had never seen before since the start of this deal. He stood first, extending his hand. "Mr. Grey. Good to see you in person," he said, his voice firm and fearless. “I'm Mr. Victor Sinclair.”

Reluctantly, he looked sideways. Parked in the visitor’s circle was a sleek, silver luxury sedan. He knew that car, it's Noah’s mother’s car. His stomach twisted. What now? He forced his breathing to steady, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and composed his features into something neutral before walking over. As he approached, the driver’s side window slid down with a soft hum. Sarah Grayson sat behind the wheel, an elegant woman in her early forties, her dark sunglasses reflecting his tired face back at him. She adjusted them slightly.

"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?"

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.

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.

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.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

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

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

~Devin~ Son? Ren has a son. All I could see was red. Someone might have poured iced water above my head, it made me feel numb. I can hear my heart beating so loud. So loud that it's deafening. My knees turned to jelly, my mind can't comprehend what I heard. “W-what?” I whispered into thin air. “What did you just say?” I glared at my brother in law. “Ren, she has a son named Griffin,” Jameson nonchalantly mumbled, oblivious of his impending death from my hands.