Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

"Well then, what do you want with me?" "I need your help.” "You've never needed my help before,” Hale mutters, both sounding accusatory and apprehensive. While the two speak, I examine Hale, trying to see if I can determine any part of him to be the epitome of Sloth. He does sound awfully bored with our presence, like he can’t wait for us to leave and give him some peace. "We want to kill Stace. Sinful is going to help,” Cian explains. Hale rolls his eyes, stepping back. "I'm not helping where Sinful is involved."

I turned my head, intending to glare at him, but his face was inches from mine, his eyes dark and completely unrepentant in the shadows. He didn't look away, nor did he stop. Instead, his thumb brushed against the peak of my breast, a bold, rhythmic movement that sent a jolt of pure fire straight to my core. “She’s probably just lucky, Simon,” Mina continued, her voice closer now, as if she were standing right by the bookshelf. “But we should check the office files. If Catherine left anything unsecured, it would explain how Mercedes got so ahead of us.” I reached up, my fingers digging into Ethan’s wrist to pull his hand away, but he didn't budge. He leaned down, his lips grazing my jawline,

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

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.

It would be weirder if they weren’t. “You’re a special kind of sick, you know that?” the officer said, his voice cutting through my frantic thoughts. I looked up at him, my face carefully neutral despite the turmoil inside me. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he sneered at me. “You killed that poor girl, and then you went out to eat, like it was just another day. No remorse. No hesitation. You’ll get what’s coming to you, Mrs. Remington. Mark my words.”

He pointed at his stomach, and mine began to roil. I turned around and looked at Remo. Judging by the fury flaring in his eyes, he already knew what was happening. He heard. I clicked my communicator and drew a deep breath, trying to contain the rage of my own. “Those fuckers weren't smuggling people… or rather, not only them. I bet all of those poor bastards have at least a few bags of Pink Opium sewn inside them.”

She wasn't angry, and she wasn't afraid; she was something else, something quieter and deeper that she was clearly working very hard to hold still. "Lara," I said. "Go home, Xander." Her voice was soft but final. She closed the door, and I stood in the hallway for three seconds longer than I should have, listening to the silence behind it. When I reached the street and got back into the car, Benjamin's name was already lighting up my phone screen. I picked up. "Tell me everything," Benjamin said, "and don't you dare leave out the Miami part." I closed my eyes against the seat. "I need a favor."

She pleaded. “You were a stripper at Silver Storm, weren’t you?” She took a step back. “How do you know about it?” She asked. Instead of answering her, he looked at her straight in the eyes. “Tell me everything you know about Sergio. Right now.” On the other side of the city, Amelia returned to Liam’s apartment. It was almost 2 a.m. when she came back, but much to her surprise, Liam was still there, sitting in the living room, waiting for her.

I knew that he has come into the room but decided not to be vocal about it and just pretended to be sleeping. Looking at the clock, I find it reading half past six in the morning. Oh, well! I will be sleeping in for a few more hours then. But as I close my eyes, those emerald green orbs come into my head and I quickly open my eyes. Why? Why do you have such an effect on me, Darin? All I want to do right now is to forget about you, but you just would not let me. Even when you hate me from the core of your bones, I can't seem to do the same! And I know that it is because I am a criminal in your eyes who killed your dad. Honestly, I don't regret killing Benjamin Morellis. But when it comes to h

“On top of her.” A sharp curse left him. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. “He pulled him off...they fought. Remi knocked him out and then they ran, knowing Liam would not let that slide. They stayed off the grid. Fake IDs. No money. No support. Because Liam made sure of it.” I leaned forward again, my gaze locking onto his. “He hunted them.” With every word, he looked worse. Paler. Sicker. But still—He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t defend himself.