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Rafferty reached for him, his hands clawing at the air. "I wanted to believe you were different." Ignatius stood up. He pulled a serrated blade from his belt. The steel caught the grey morning light. "I wanted to believe the Saint was real for you. But you’re just like Silas. You’re just like our father. You use people until they bleed, and then you throw them to the sharks." "I didn't do it! I swear on my life, I didn't do it!" Rafferty backed away, his spine hitting the headboard. "Don't do this. Ignatius, please. We’re brothers!"

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

“What if I told you that I have evidence of your little boyfriend torturing a man. The Feds don’t even have him on their radar yet, but all that can change if you don’t play along. He’s involved with a senator who buys young children and sells them to his friends. Is that really the kind of man you want to protect? We’ve been watching for a while now, because he’s interfering in our drug business. It was just a lucky break that your uncle owes us money and you’re Saint’s new plaything. You didn’t actually think a man like Saint would keep you around, did you? He’s going to marry a woman from a prominent family, make connections and create a future for himself. Maybe he’ll keep you around as

~MAYA~ Julian slowly lowered the pistol, the red laser sight sliding down my chest before disappearing against the marble floor. But his face didn't soften. The unreadable, stony mask of the Kingpin remained perfectly intact. "Room 404 was dark, Maya," Julian murmured, his voice dropping into a register so chillingly flat it made the blood in my veins completely freeze. "A good businessman always secures his target... but a smart businessman knows when an asset has been corrupted beyond repair. You broke my locks. You accessed my ledger. You proved you are a Lin through and through."

--- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stands in front of me. Nicholas. Younger. Sharper. Colder in a way that feels cleaner, less fractured. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are ruined — dark and burning, locked onto me like I’m the axis the world spins on.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

And me, the foolish center of all of it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to vanish. I wanted God help me to be kissed again. Instead, I stood with my palms pressed flat to the desk, shaking like the wood might steady me. Sebastian hadn’t moved. He stood where I’d left him, chest rising like he’d swallowed fire, his hand white-knuckled against the desk edge. His eyes burned into mine, dark and endless, and I could still taste the desperation he’d poured into me. Blake was different. His face was pale, jaw tight, his fists trembling with restraint. He wasn’t fire he was stone. Breaking himself from the inside to keep from breaking me.

That wasn’t something I could do with anyone else at all, and the only reason why I took Mia with me was because I wanted to have her close, and not because I stopped trusting Cain completely. “I found out through the lads that Saint has been feeding them with drugs and stuff to smoke, Cain,” I growled, my fury and bitterness bubbling to the surface again. “Almost the same thing the former Dealer was doing to them, only that he was gracious enough to lure them out of the Institute first. As for Saint, he did it right here, with the same lads I entrusted him with,” I added extensively. “And now you think you might have lost the chance to find out if he was this new Dealer or not,” Cain said e

It was another man, with similar features to Damian but younger. I found myself stumbling to the passenger seat, just as Santino picked Victor up by the back of his neck with one hand. Holy fuck-blood was gushing out of his crooked nose, messing all over his chin and chest. I cringed, looking away as I sat down in the seat. "You got it, capo," Capo? Damian was about to sit down in the drivers seat, and paused when he realised that he couldn't fit. He gave me a look,and I returned it as I pushed it back giving him the space that he needed.

Vincent bristled angrily and I wondered how long it would take before the bullets started flying. “I have her signed allegiance right here!” Vincent said loudly. I smiled as I looked at him. I was right, he was no wolf, much less an Alpha. “Mr. Pierre, that document is obviously fake since we’ve already established that Malika was telling the truth when she said that she never signed her allegiance to you. Now sit down!” Marcos said irritably. Vincent looked at me and I saw hate replace his anger as I smirked at him. “Alpha Kiran Sinclair, please stand,” Marcos said and I stood up and walked to stand in front of him in the circle.