Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. A Sinner's Redemption umitsaquarius. All Rights Reserved © 2021

“You don’t get to decide everything.” I step closer, the key gleaming between us. “I already did.” The door rattles then harder and louder. The watchers are done waiting. Their silence is broken, their patience burned. Sebastian’s grin returns, feral. “Then open it, brother. Show her what you really are.” Leila whispers, almost too soft to hear: “Damian…” Blake, bloodied but still standing, mutters like a prayer: “Don’t.” I close my fist around the key.

“Miss Adkins, this is Deputy Todd Howell of the CSPD. We have all of the information we need to arrest Carl Remington. We would like you and Mick Remington to meet us at the hotel for when we arrest him.” Tears stung her eyes as gratitude filled her heart. Thank you, Lord. She blew out a relieved sigh. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. But what about Jerry?” “I have sent a unit out to Adkins Dev-Tech, and he’ll be arrested on the spot.” “Thank you, Deputy Howell. Mick and I will be right there.” The second she set the receiver on the hook, Mick swept her in his arms and twirled her around. They laughed and hugged each other.

As soon as I looked out the window, I pulled myself back in shock that there were even more men out there. “What are we going to do, Becky?” For the first time, Rebecca Banks looked broken and scared. I honestly didn’t like it. “ I have to talk to Sinister.” I sighed, combing my hand through my hair in frustration. “Uhm, Becky, don’t mean to be rude, Who is Sinister? And I don’t think now is the time to talk to him.” “No Becca,” I sighed tiredly, “Sinister is not my boyfriend, he’s in the Mafia as well.”

‎Kareen watched silently, sensing the gravity of the moment. ‎From the corner of the room, Rem hovered near the door, hearing it all. ‎His chest tightened with guilt. ‎His presence wasn’t just hurting Kane. ‎It was wrecking his little sister too. ‎Without a word, Rem turned and walked away, his steps heavy with shame. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎ ‎Upstairs, Rem’s footsteps echoed as his mind raced. ‎ ‎He shouldn’t have stayed. ‎He was only making everything worse—for Castelle, for Kane… for Leo.

Like I mattered. I saw someone, a group of what I guessed must’ve been his security guards because they flushed the press with the intensity of their voices and actions. The same cold, calm, and collected. And when the doors shut behind me and the outside noise was sealed off like a vacuum— I could finally breathe. But then, he got in and I had no idea who I was breathing next to. Or what the hell this meant. Or what the fuck I just did. We. Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

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?”

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

one officer whispered to another, barely trying to hide his grin as I walked past. “Of course,” the other replied, leaning closer as if I couldn’t hear them. “They’ve got a whole betting pool going in the precinct about who the killer is. My money’s still on Isabella. She’s got that cold, calculating vibe, you know?” The first officer chuckled. “Nah, I’m leaning towards the kid. He’s too quiet, too calm. People like that? Always hiding something.” I rolled my eyes, not even fazed by their whispers. We were the city’s favorite trainwreck, and they were eating it up like popcorn at a movie premiere. The looks they gave me said it all—they weren’t even trying to hide their amusement anymore.

Remi immediately grab out his phone and tried calling his boss but his number wasn't going through. He opened the car door and got down, eye searching for Radon. "Lay on the floor!" The masked man yelled at him hitting him with the gun, Remi fall on the floor in pain and immediately faced down as he was instructed. "I guess you've gotten what you wanted?" Radon said. "Yes boss, thank you" Harden said. Radon dropped the call and trash his whiskey can, he was about to to start walking to his car when he heard a gunshot. He stared immediately and there was Remi, laying in his pool of blood!. The shooters entered their van and drove out immediately.