Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

She was going to blow this whole thing up before it even started. The tracker in my pocket suddenly felt like it weighed a million tons. “Oscar, don’t you find it weird?” Think, Remi, think. My mind was reeling and I couldn’t hold on to a single thought. If he couldn’t see right through me before, he definitely could now. “Mom,” he said. “Remi has a good heart. She’s not like that. The fact that she's here shows that. We are the ones who should be sorry for how we treated her.”

I explained what had happened at the man's request and, with a slight shudder, showed the footage I had shown to Rachel and her friends. Sean watched quietly, but more and more, his expression seemed to harden, and he soon turned his gaze on the women who had hated me since he started working in the accounting division. He was angry and pointed at those on the recording. "Rachel, you and the others, as well as Jennifer, will get your comeuppance after this." Sean suddenly stopped, seeing me on the recording being yelled at for the umpteenth time. The man gritted his teeth, growing even angrier after hearing such a harsh phrase directed at me. "Forget it. All of you, I'm firing you today!"

Demi enquired quickly as her burning eyes flashed over me. “Hell no! That person's plan was to get arrested and jailed for kidnapping me instead of you real kidnappers. In that regard I will testify against him as the real kidnapper or they will snuff life out of me!” Just as those words escape from my lips. Remi's mouth tightened as she gazed at the others. Then the smiles in their eyes contained a sensuous flame that sparkled in the entire place. The smile suddenly turned into a wide grin. “Wow!” Remi yelled, as joy bubbled in her laugh and stoned in her eyes.

"You really deserve an award, but unfortunately for you, I was prepared, or you might really have won." Walking to my bedside drawer, I took out a pinhole camera from the flowers my friend had sent me. Looking at the nurses, I then said, "Please call the cops. There's been a murder, and I have evidence." Then, turning back to Zach and Tina, I laughed as they went slack-jawed. "What, are you stupid? Did you think I'd leave my baby girl here alone? I just had to make sure I was hiding your bastard's face, and you did the rest."

I looked at Kaia, “So you were trained like Sinclair?” “Yup, once upon a time we were Canary and Sin.” “Yeah, and Thalia, she was Kabar,” Sinclair said with a smile. I feel like I’m in a warped universe. Adrian comes up and starts messing with Kaia and Sinclair again. “Yeah, Canary and Sin. Little badass femme fatales, Aric. If Sinclair really is your sister, you could stand to learn a thing or two from her.” I smirked, “Sinclair, do you still have the gun?”

Luciano growled, putting a blazing knife over his neck, his hand choking that poor’s jaw, unaware of my presence. “Sono pronto a morire, maestro, ho commesso un peccato imperdonabile, (I’m ready to die, master, I committed an unforgivable sin),” Domenico sobbed, it was rare to see these men expressing their vulnerability. Luciano doesn’t put knives on him every day, of course, anyone would cry at their death moment. “No, he isn’t gonna die! I won’t let this happen,” I screamed back to my subconscious. Zoning back to the crime scene. My hands shivered imagining Luciano putting that weapon on me, but pushed that thought on the edge of my mind.

Lahat na ata ng negatibong kataga, pwede nang isama o ilarawan sa relasyon namin. Anyway, I don't care. We do not care. We are happy. We do not need the opinion of others. I don't take pleasure in them. Why would I need their reaffirmation on what they have to say? "You're a bad girl... Amari." He said in a soft and seductive voice.

Damian closed his eyes for a second, then stepped back and opened the door. Ace, Flynn, and Alaric walked in like they owned the suite. Ace came first—tall, tattooed sleeves disappearing under his rolled shirtsleeves, that dangerous smirk already in place. Flynn followed, broad and quiet, eyes dragging over my exposed thighs like he was measuring me up. Alaric last, sharp suit, sharper smile, the kind of man who could ruin you with a look. “Evening, Mrs. Romanov,” Ace drawled, shutting the door behind them. “Nice dress. Shame it’s about to come off.”

What are they going to do to me? Nelson smirked and disappeared into the closet for a moment before returning with a pair of sturdy black cuffs. Jameson grinned devilishly as he took them from his brother. Oh hell… I think I'm fucked.