Sin City 2 A Dame To Kill For Novels & Stories

I said, frustration bubbling up instantly. "You flinched," Luca said calmly. "You anticipated the explosion, you tried to fight the gun before it fired. Do it again." "It's too loud," I complained, shaking out my arms. "Death is loud, Sofia," he said, his voice losing its softness. "Do you want to be a victim, or do you want to be dangerous?" I looked at the gun and then the coconut. "Dangerous," I hissed. "Then aim," he commanded. "Focus."

I followed her and drew my gun. "You okay?" I asked, seeing her trembling, her breaths shallow. "Sienna?" I repeated, concern thick in my voice. She nodded faintly. "Breathe, baby. I'm right here. It’ll be alright," I said, trying to soothe her. I saw her fumbling in her purse. "What are you doing?" I asked while firing another shot. "Calling Adrian," she said, her voice shaking. Shit. Adrian was definitely going to kill me now. But I nodded. It was the only way to ensure her safety. I quickly texted Nico. I could’ve handled this alone, but with Sienna here, I couldn’t risk it.

He nodded as he slowly stood up and left, when he got to the exit point, he looked back and said, “You deserve to die Sin for killing Kendra your mate.” Sin began to breath heavy as he started to shift into his wolf, After he shifted completely in seconds in ran across the room quickly pushing me to the wall and landed few blows to my face before he put the sword through my chest. I fell to the ground, struggling to breath, when I turned to look at my mate she was struggling to talk but her mouth was covered with tape, The pain surged through my whole body as I tried to stand but couldn't. Sin began to laugh devilishly, he kicked my ribs sending me back to the ground as I tried to pull the s

“He had married Aiden’s mother before he came to the Highlands. After making my findings, I discovered she was pregnant before he left. When he returned to the city, he went back to her—acted like none of it had ever happened.” I gasped, gripping the edge of the desk for support. “And you… you went to the city to kill him?” Damien didn’t deny it. “I needed to get close to him first,” he admitted. “So I played along. I made him believe I wanted to reconnect, that I wanted to be part of his world. That’s when that picture you’re holding was taken.” He shook his head. “I went on missions for him. Earned his trust. And then, finally, the opportunity came.”

I thought the pregnancy kit was faulty so I had opted for the strip instead and reality dawned on me like a hot volcano, I suddenly needed water as my throat became parched with dryness and I didn't know when the tears slipped rapidly from my eyes. I was a mess, my life decided to take a perfect turn just when my stepfather was about to marry me off to a Mafia Don to clear the debt they had been owing for decades. This was worse than death, carrying a child for another man and getting prepared to marry Silvio Damonte, the Ruthless Mafia Don in Talim City.

Someone has dropped a cloth doll with one black button eye, and a sentry crushes it under a grey boot without looking down. The city does not change its furniture when it becomes a weapon. It just uses the nursery halls as killing lanes. Damian reaches me through the first of them. I do not know how he got free of his handlers, except that I do know, it is the same way he does everything, by having already paid for the angle before anyone knew there was a deal to make. He puts his back to mine in the narrowing corridor, the way we stood against the glass with the face at the window, except now it is not a watcher on the far side of titanium, it is a city closing its fist, and we are the thin

Minutes later, we tumbled out of a rusted grate and into the wet, cold grass of a park three blocks away. I gasped for air, the smell of rain and damp earth the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. I looked back. The Chen Global Tower was still standing, but smoke was billowing from its base like a dark shroud. My mother was unconscious, lying in the grass. Damien was on his knees beside her, his breath coming in ragged heaves. He looked at me, the blood on his forehead mixing with the rain. "He thinks we're dead," I whispered. "Good," Damien said, a dark, lethal glint returning to his eyes. "Because for the next twenty-four hours, Silas Harrington is going to celebrate his victory. And while h

The black SUV pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city at midnight. My heart was pounding as Damien Sinclair gripped my thigh possessively, his fingers digging into my skin. “Tonight you fight,” he said, voice low and dark. “And when you lose… because you will lose… the entire club gets to use you as the prize.”

KC frowned. “What?” The road ahead was blocked. A black SUV sat across the street. KC stopped. “Stay inside.” Three men stepped out. Then a fourth. My heart dropped. Damian walked toward the car. He smiled through the windshield. “Did you really think I’d let you reach Corbin?” KC locked the doors. Damian raised his weapon. “Get out.” KC looked at me. “Don’t move.” Damian fired. The windshield cracked. Lily screamed. KC stepped on the accelerator.

Cassidy firing covering shots at shadows in the smoke. The front door exploded inward. Men poured through. Military gear. Professional killers. Not Richard. His hired army. "Eight hostiles main floor!" Cassidy shouted. "More coming through windows—" Damien shot three before they cleared the doorway. Perfect headshots. Years of training taking over. "Go! I will hold them—" "We do not split up—" "Flora GO!" I dragged Hope toward the basement stairs. Sarah stumbled. I caught her. "I cannot—my leg—" "You can. Move!"