Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

Remy Laurent stood in the doorway of their latest hideout like a shadow from their darkest nightmares, gun lowered but eyes sharp with calculated desperation. Elara’s heart hammered wildly as she stared at the man who had tried to lure her away multiple times, his presence now feeling like both threat and unexpected lifeline. “I have proof against Grant,” Remy said, voice smooth but urgent. “The therapist has been playing all of you. He’s deeper in the syndicate than you think.”

There's no fucking remorse when I look the fucker in the eye. “You touched what belongs to me. There's no greater sin than that and there's definitely no fucking mercy.” I remind him and I don't give him the chance to beg for his pitiful life. I pull the trigger and the sound reverberated through my gun, piercing through his forehead. A scream tears through the echo behind me and Makki’s body drops to the ground. A pool of blood surrounding his head as he bled out from his lifeless body.