Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

He walked like a lunatic… stopped when he was finally an inch away from me. “I underestimated you, sin-doll. You’re the devil himself. And when I return, I’ll be your hell. You ratted me out, didn’t you? Couldn’t stand my presence — you just had to ruin my life again. I swear it by God himself, Remi. I will return, and you will die by my hands.”

He was angry and furious as he asked her why she had killed Nathaniel, drugged his drink, and slept with him. Lacy didn't believe Remi no matter how hard she tried to explain she was not the one who told the debt collectors about Nathaniel’s house address or spiked his drink. After marriage, Remi was hated by Lacy’s family except Theo who actually believed she was actually innocent of all the crimes she was accuse of.

And I was right. “Where are you?” I smirk to myself and I look at Lucky, who is busy calling in the other clubs to help with this. “You heard of the Sinners Redemption MC, a club connected the Princes Of Darkness MC, The DeNucci family, the Moretti Family, the Cartel also by proxy the DeAngelis mafia family? Do those names ring a bell?” I say, and he chuckles again. “Yeah, they do. So you are with them?” He asks, and I chuckle.

Alaric watched me, his expression hardening back into the unreadable mask he wore for the world. "Do you honestly think you're going to be good at playing the good girl, Roxanne?" he asked, a cold, mocking edge returning to his baritone. "You think this man here's going to let you keep that innocence?” I refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. I stood up, my heels clicking sharply against the hardwood as I made a move to ignore him and head straight for the exit.

"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,

“ I’ll handle it “ I snap. I flick the joint at Joker and he jumps up brushing the lit joint off his jeans with a curse. “ Dick “ he mutters, glaring at me. I smirk and stand to my full height , Joker was tall , but I was taller. “ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them.

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.

Whoever his mate is, I doubt they deserve to live a life mated to a sin. Suddenly Revel looks up toward the entrance. “There he is.” I look over my shoulder, watching Micah walk in, the wariness about him evident from the moment he walks through the door. I’m struck by his appearance right away, the pure-blood immortal look about him so painfully obvious in his silver hair and glacial blue eyes. Both him and Revel are striking, the details of their appearance something that would frighten a mortal, since it appears totally unnatural. “Revel,” Micah notes, nodding at the Sin. His voice is entwined with a strange accent I can’t decipher. His eyes shift to mine, pinning to my seat. “You must be

I yelled at him through the receiver, hoping he changes his mind, but he only scoffed at my words, “Oh, please… Enough of the stupid sermon. You both got what you deserve, and I hope you both spend the rest of your lives in jail. Next time you won’t let me get this mad before you give me what I want. Imagine the scandal that would arise when the news spread around town that the Godfather of the Mafia is my brother, and his wife, Mia Remington is his accomplice. The evidence is irrefutable, I have it all covered. I’m taking you down, Copo…” he let out mockingly. He is standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, facing the busy street. My boys and I arrived at the hotel a few minutes ago, bu