Sin City: A Dame To Kill For Novels & Stories

he said with that annoying smirk, and I suddenly had the urge to wipe it off his face. “ This is private. Excuse us,” Killian said, his voice rigid. “You may want to read this, brother,” Tobias said, stressing the word BROTHER with thick sarcasm. He ignored Killian and he tossed the newspaper on the table, sliding it closer to him. And on the front page, a headline in bold red screamed : “Beauty and the Bastard: Emery Sinclair's Dangerous Game With Mr Wolfe And Mr Sinclair.”

She explained, her eyes filling with desperation. She couldn't lose what she had been working on for so long. "You killed her!" Henry growled, pushing her down into one of the couches. "You killed Amelie because she didn't fit your fucking plan!" He shouted and grabbed her hair in his tight grip. "And you dare use her death as a weapon to try and play with me?! I was so close to being happy again and now look at this! She's dead!" "Henry I-" "I want you to leave." Henry spoke, voice low and dark, causing Grace to flinch. "Both you and your son should pack your bags and leave my fucking house."

He came for a kill, and by the way he regards Sin with empty, soulless eyes, I understand who he wishes to bury under. No. A quiet sob escapes me and yank my hand from Sin's hold, pushing him back with enough strength to have him stagger. "You need to leave. Now! He's going to kill you!" Sin monitors the space between Alaric's men and us, crossing the distance between me and him again. "Dane and the rest will be here soon. I can hold my own against--" A rifle goes off. Sinclair jerks, a violent tremor ripping through him as the bullet finds its mark in his shoulder. I feel pain. I think I might be screaming, because another rifle goes off and he jerks again, roaring.

I say softly in my hands sobbing and shaking. I surrender, I let the tears drain me and I feel lightheaded when I stand, causing me to collapse on the ground, hitting the door open and falling, half of my body inside the stall and the other half outside. *** ***SIN'S POV*** The ride to Cindy's Fashion House wasn't fast because of damn traffic, but I arrived there on time to walk towards the store. Cindy spots me and walks up to me, hugging me sweetly. "Don Sorvino," Cindy greets, her makeup-smeared face glancing up at me.

"You came to me desperate. Desperation has a price." "And yes you came here knowing what kind of man I am. Don’t act surprised now that I’m not playing the gentleman.” I stood slowly, my chair scraping softly against the marble. “And if I say no?”, I murmured softly. He took a step closer. “Then you walk out of here alone. Straight back into Liam Hartford’s gilded cage. You’ll marry a man who will destroy you from the inside out while your best friend whispers poison in his ear. You came to me for a reason, sweetheart. Don’t pretend you still believe in rescue.”

“ 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. Just as I am about to exit the office, Saint calls out. “ Make a move Carnage “ he snaps knowing full well where I was going. I grunt sounding like Beast as I take off to get my fix.

Selina’s POV “Little Damien… you knew it was me,” he asked, voice low, taunting. I rubbed my palms together, the liquid courage the alcohol had given me was fading, nerves sparking in its place. “Not at first but…” “But what?” His eyes sharpened. “Only someone with a death wish would screw your fiancée in your own house.” He chuckled, slow and dark, before rising to his feet and closing the space between us. His fingers found a loose strand of my hair, twirling it lazily as if he owned it… as if he owned me. But he owns you came a nagging voice in my head.

Killian asked. Damien let out a dark chuckle, settling into the leather interior as Killian slid in beside him. "Pathetic men never learn how to let go of things they could never conquer, Killian.." Damien replied as the door clicked shut, the chauffeur got in, as the engine purred to life and the car drove off. ~♠︎~ A short while later... "This is everything I managed to pull out of his servers.." Sin said dropping a thick black dossicer onto the desk.

“What have you done?” Before the woman could cover her a*s, I lit it up so she’ll burn. “She thought I was a thief so she called Vince and the police to have me arrested.” If Vincenzo's face wasn't murderous enough the moment he entered the shop then Bast's face was a step closer to changing into a beast. “Bast, I don't care if she's the most trustworthy and efficient worker you have. I want her and her whole family out of the Brakstone City within an hour and not a second more.”

Damien directly crushed Zayn's leg, he preferred slow death snapping the veins on their necks, disemboweled some organs, letting them die slowly and painful. Zayn groaned in pain his back full of sweat, he didn't want fight anymore. "Resisting is futile.. death is inevitable..." Damien wrapped his fingers around Zayn's neck elegantly, earning a scoff from him. "You'll get your retribution! You'll die an horrible death..." Damien chuckled, he wasn't dumb he could differentiate good from bad. The people he killed they didn't have one ounce of good in them, only black heart and vile mouths.