Sinners Anonymous Mga Nobela at Kwento

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Just above the writing that looked like it dripped down the wall. But so far besides this business card there were no other connections, no other evidence , no finger prints, nothing. The card could just be circumstantial , maybe placed there to lead the investigation astray. Of course I knew who this symbol belonged to. No cop or civilian in this town didn’t know who The Sinner’s were. They were known to be a motorcycle club. A gang of individuals that believed they were above the law. In all honesty most of the time they were, around eighty percent of cold cases all have the The sinners down as the suspected culprits. But it could never be proved.

*Snow POV* I pulled up my drawstring bag, looking at the notice board. Nikky, Tasha and Bella, The three witches' photos and full names were boldly pasted on it, along with the notice of their expulsion. I didn't mean to sound evil, but they got what they deserved: seducing coaches and blackmailing them, bullying people to join their stupid girl cult, and their circle of madness.

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

Ah, fucking finally. “You look fucked up, Brixton. You got any more?” Raegan speaks to me in a whisper as I head to the side of the building to join the other smokers, desperate to get their nicotine fix before the dreaded Narcotics Anonymous meeting that’s about to start. “I’m not fucked up, Rae, so shut your fucking mouth before the wrong person hears that. You tryin’ to get me sent back to fucking prison?"

She chuckled loudly and she laughed so hard that she began to tear up. Finally, she stopped laughing and her once smiley face turned cold. It was so cold that it could make a hot plate of food cold. She vented her anger on the pictures she was holding by squeezing them. With a determined and unwavering look on her face, she said, “Dear Sinners, be ready for your judgement. Carla is back and the time of your reckoning has come!”. She burst into uncontrollable laughter, which echoed in the room.

Apparently, he stayed near her flat block, just two blocks away from each other. "Ah right can I add your Cocoa ID?" Troy asked out of the blue, his eyes glimmering in stars. So cocoa chat messenger is apparently a trend in South Korea, that she knows of but she doesn't know why it's more trending among teenagers than Kkum does, another social app the female detective uses to troll people. Cocoa theme looks very plain, like it's all chocolate and green, while in Kkum people can talk to random strangers and troll people for life. Rae would keep this hobby of hers a secret from everyone though.

She ran out of the room with her ass shaking behind her. "Where are you going, huh?! Come on back!!!" Sinora yelled out like a crazy woman. "Aaaaargggghhh!!" She screamed into the silence, her frustration biting into her skin like ants. She tossed the brush aside, took one look at the messed up room and walked out. Cassian Blackwood sat in his relief room, with a couple of his guys who were busy playing cards, relaxing and smoking a cigar. Leo, his best friend and enforcer sat across from him, watching and drumming his fingers a bit impatiently on the table.

I said and they almost cheered. "Boss? why Sin? which power is sin?" one of them asked. "Of course, it's us you fool. Land of Mercy, Milan. Sin, Rome" Theon answered and they all smirked, a certain vibe filled the air stunning me 'I hope they are not planning to fuck out all the brains of our females?' Theon looked at me and smirked too as if knowing what I was thinking. "Now, let's discuss how we will attack," I said with the hope that everything would die down but I did not. Even though they are all paying attention to me but it seems like the Sin atmosphere has come to stay. "The land of mercy will attack the first head leader base this night and wipe them out silently but we will make it

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.