Sin City 2 A Dame To Kill For Novels & Stories

He wasn’t bulky, but there was something about him—a stillness, a control—that felt more dangerous than brute strength. He smiled, but it was cold, the kind of smile that spoke of pain and torture. "Castiel, right?" His voice was husky, yet deliciously rough, making a shiver run down my spine. "I’ve been waiting to meet the man who killed my 0wn." He stepped closer, and that’s when I saw his face, and immediately, realization hit me like a punch to the gut. He was none other than Damien Synclair of the Synclair mafia syndicate. I knew the name. Everyone did. They were the kind of people you stayed away from if you had half a brain. And I had just killed one of his men.

“What.” “We got all of the bodies cleared,” Killan says. “We took care of the street. No witnesses. No police.” “Good.” “We caught two of Eve’s people alive. What do you want done.” “Hold them,” Damien says. His voice drops to a colder tone. “I will deal with them once Ivy is stable.” Killan pauses. “Understood. And boss… you need medical attention. Your ribs are messed up.” Damien looks at Ivy, her face soft in sleep. “Later.”

“ Seems I struck a nerve there. What else can I hit? ‘ Damien growled. “Let her go. I won’t say it again.” Alto smiled again. “I wondered what gave you the impression you were in charge.” “This ends one way if you don’t let her go.” Gunfire rang out from the other side of the building. Neither men flinched as they watched the other. “I have been wondering, would you save Selina if she wasn’t your wife? Or what if someone mattered more? Let’s play a game.” He blew a whistle and nothing happened for some seconds. All of a sudden, there was a flurry of movement. Some of his men appeared from nowhere and threw a lady who had her hands bound on the ground besides us.

"He's worried Catherine Sinclair might be trouble, so you need to take his place at the wedding first and see what kind of woman she is." She set the little amber bottle in my palm. "Same as before. Finish the ceremony, take the pill, and I'll pick you up at St. Mary's Cemetery." My fingers tightened around the glass. The doctor had warned me already. My body couldn't take this drug again. One more dose, and I might not wake up. Serena never believed him. Or maybe she just didn't care enough to. Before I could say another word, she caught my jaw and tipped the bottle to my lips.

He didn't see it come back until it was already under him, merging up out of the frozen ground beneath his own boots, blade already through the meat of his thigh. Damien screamed and threw himself sideways on instinct, blood soaking fast through his trousers. "It doesn't have to be this way," he forced out through the pain, teeth gritted. "There has to be another way to save her that doesn't end with her dead." "There isn't one." The figure lunged again, aiming for Sienna's forehead this time. Damien met it with his whole fist. It should have gone down. Instead it dissolved into the dirt, laughing on the way under, and Damien turned in a slow circle, waiting, until he understood the laugh wa

Yet her body still hummed with aftershocks, already craving more. Damien wasn’t finished. He shifted her slightly, freeing his massive cock from his trousers. The thick, veined length sprang up hot and heavy against her soaked folds. He rubbed the broad head up and down her slit, coating himself in her cream, teasing her oversensitive entrance. “Not yet,” he said, voice strained with control as he notched himself at her opening. “But soon. I’m going to bury every inch inside this greedy cunt and ruin you for anyone else.”

I swallowed her insults, forcing my smile to remain in place as I stuck to my plan. “I’m not here to discuss my relationship with you, Mrs. Sinclair. Please, just let Damien out. The only reason your husband is dead right now is because he tried to kill me.” Her nostrils flared. “And so what? Is your life more important than his?” she spat. “You’re nothing but a cheap bitch, and the fact that Damien is marrying someone like you is a shame. Even to me.” I decided to try one last time. “Mrs. Sinclair, please. I’m begging you. I know you also know that Damien isn’t the one who killed Serena.”

He was a man she would destroy. But then his words crossed her mind again. If you care about him… then you should stop. “Stop what?” she shrieked. “Asher is the boy I should love, and no matter how you make me feel, I will kill you, Damien Wolfe. I promise.” Her nose flared, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Meanwhile, at the end of the city, Graves and Rex sat in the car across from a bungalow, their eyes fixed on the gate as they waited patiently for their target to step out.

Damien POV I killed the first man who came through the door with two bullets to the chest before his finger even found the trigger, muscle memory from years of Moretti training overriding the priest I'd tried to become, and I shoved Lilith toward the window while the second man dove for cover behind our broken couch and returned fire that tore chunks out of the wall where my head had been.

A man with a reputation for finding the truth — no matter how deeply it was buried. Victor Kane. Former intelligence operative. Specialist in organized crime. Feared. Respected. Relentless. I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I pressed the call button. The line rang once. Twice. Then a deep, calm voice answered. "Kane." No greeting. No hesitation. Just authority. I swallowed slowly. "My name is Sofia Alessandro," I said quietly. "My husband was shot." Silence. Then— "Tell me everything," he said.