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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

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

This is not good at all. Have mercy on me O Lord! Have mercy in me. I have sinned terribly against you. I have committed fornication, abortion (for brother Solomon), show me Mercy Lord! Forgive all my sins. I have betrayed you, Lord. Betrayed your confidence in me. Deliver me from these sins. I am a sinner, I come to you Lord, forgive me. These were the confessions of these ladies. Different reactions to the relevance of brother Solomon. We never knew how many had been deceived by him. It seems they were even more. Every one of us was crying. We wept so much until our eyes became sore.

The front gate was wide open. And inside? Bodies. Three of our men—executed. Bullet to the head. Clean. Precise. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Spray-painted across the inside wall were two words in red: SINS REMEMBERED. Alessia’s face turned to stone. “It’s Luca,” she said coldly. “No,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “It’s Claudia.” Her head snapped toward me. “Claudia?” she asked. “Why would she—?”

After all, the sins he committed were worse than theirs. "I-I will... entrust you all with my daughter's life." Zacharias took off his feet from his chest as Fernando rashly sat up and gasped while regaining his breath, the other gazed down at him before walking away. They say, a sin for a sin will always and forever be equal, and repentance is the sinner's only defense, but sometimes, being faithfully devoted can lead to blindness from many more truths that are stopping them from their capabilities and limits, transpiring of beliefs and notions that lead to loss of control in yourself, drowned in the sea of coercion instead of the sea of tranquility which the eternal suffering of the sinner

He slid a folder across the desk and inside were several printed photographs. "Our reputation is built on discipline," Harrison said. "Clients trust us because our guards maintain professional boundaries.” He said but I remained silent. "You signed the agreement." He added and I gave a curt nod. "I did." I replied. "And you broke it." He said and I nodded m "I did." He leaned back. "I appreciate your honesty, Jason. You've been one of our finest operatives." His voice softened. "But policy is policy." He pushed another document toward me. "Effective immediately, your employment is terminated." I picked up the pen without arguing,without making excuses and I signed.

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

the priest replied. The man, Conrad, sighed. His lips were heavy, laden with the imminent confession of a sin that he was ashamed of, a sin that he was guilty of. This sin tormented him, made him feel less of himself, filthy, dirty, and without salvation. But the word if God stood sure. That was his only saving grace. If he confessed his sins and forsook them, he would be forgiven. “I confess my sins every time I get the chance,” he began. “Still, every day, I go out and I am faced with these sins once again. I am tired.”

Every sinner receives punishment equal to the chief sin they have committed, in an ever grislier dose of poetic justice. I know I’m going to faint any second so as soon as this thought occurs to me, tiny pieces of wire creep delicately under my eyelids to keep them from closing. Insistent electric charges also zap my vision right back into focus as though to remind me not to look away or I’d miss the show. “Sub-level 4. Money-hoarders, squanderers and corrupt politicians. Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where gentlemanly Death shall come like a thief in the night and all that.”