Sin City Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Riley POV “Fuck this stupid app,” I muttered under my breath the second my eyes cracked open the next morning, my phone already buzzing on the nightstand like it had been waiting for me to wake up. My pussy still felt a little sore and puffy from last night’s frantic rubbing after I got back to the dorm, that dark twisted ache that wouldn’t quite go away no matter how many times I told myself I hated Kai for what he was doing. I grabbed the phone and opened the Sin App with shaking fingers, my heart already kicking up speed before I even read the message.

Who’s this? My heart thudded unevenly, a tight knot forming deep in my chest. I hesitated as I stared at the screen. Every instinct screamed caution, but part of me was pulled toward the danger anyway. Below, the city carried on, indifferent. And somewhere, Ryder Washington was caught in a storm I wasn’t sure I could survive.

Luca smiled brightly as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. “You always know what to say. You know, Delina, this is one of the reasons why I truly love you.” He answered. “You just understand me so well.” He added with a huge grin on his face before releasing her hand. “Luca, we grew up together. I know everything about you. But most of it is thanks to the arrangement our family has set for us.” She replied rather nonchalantly. The Sinclair and Valiente families have been close friends with each other since the crack of dawn. They had business relations with each other that have lasted through generations.

God, the audacity he had to say our sex was boring. A shaky breath left me as tears finally spilled over, running hot down my cheeks. How was I supposed to move on from this? My eyes flicked across the street to a club pulsing with muffled bass that thudded through the pavement. Neon lights bled into the night, shifting red, blue, red again. Two massive men stood at the entrance, arms folded, their bodies like walls built to block anyone out. That kind of place was exactly what I needed. Somewhere to drink until my thoughts shut up. Somewhere I couldn’t think about Lee.

The city’s most wanted graffiti artist, face half-covered by a black bandana, eyes sharp and restless. The doors close. The train lurches forward. I move. I’m behind him in a heartbeat, chest to his back, hands sliding under his hoodie, nails dragging down inked skin. He spins, can in hand like a weapon, but there’s no one. I drop to my knees, yank his jeans and boxer-briefs down in one motion. His cock is already rock-hard, thick, curved, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I lick it off and he groans, loud in the empty car.

"You and your little crew can go back to whatever ghetto bar you crawled out of." The air went still. José's jaw tightened for a moment. Then he laughed once,. "Hear that, boys? A little rich girl thinks she's too good for us." One of the bigger bikers, a white guy with a shaved head, grabbed my arm. "Inside. Now." I yanked my hand back. "Get your filthy hands off me—" He shoved me through the door. The bar smelled like smoke, leather, and sweat. Pool tables, neon signs, and at least eight more men turned to stare. The door slammed shut behind us.

The line between hate and something more blurred a little more each time. The volatile affair continued through the following weeks. Quick fucks in the morning before others arrived. Long sessions after hours. Risky encounters during lunch. Each one left them sore, satisfied, and hungry for the next. Cassian lay in bed one night thinking about it. His ass still ached from earlier that day. He smiled in the dark. The mistake from the first night had become something he craved. Rowan felt the same. Their secret stayed safe for now. But the danger of getting caught only made it hotter.

“He didn’t tell us he had anyone with him!” “I’m sure you wouldn’t have listened if he told you he came with his girlfriend anyway!” “Fine, we’ll leave your boyfriend, just leave my sister alone!” the other girl yelled at Madison because the music was loud enough to drown her voice. Madison made a face of disgust as she pushed the crying girl to the other one. “Sisters? Disgusting, the both of you. Coming into him for a threesome? You disgust me.” They were too drunk to get hurt by her words, so they just sniffed at each other and disappeared into the crowd. Madison was still disgusted when she turned to me.

Zayren slowly turned her around before gently holding her face. “No more tears from now on,” he whispered. Sarang smiled softly before placing her hand over his shoulders. “Only happiness?” “Only happiness,” he nodded. And for the first time in a very long time, both of them truly believed it. Because after every pain, every misunderstanding, every loss, and every heartbreak... They had finally found their way back to each other. And this time, they were never letting go again. Because sometimes fate hides true love behind a deal of sin.

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]