The Guilty Ones Novels & Stories

The three unconscious Marseille operatives lay slumped in the outer vestibule, completely sealed behind the thick glass and steel of the airlock. They were sixty stories up in a hurricane, locked inside a high-tech concrete vault with no communication, no heating, and a limited supply of oxygen. "We're trapped," Clara whispered. "We are secure," Julian corrected, his eyes burning with a dark, terrifyingly possessive light as he looked down at her. "The cartel cannot reach us. The federal agents in the lobby cannot find us. We are out of the sequence, Clara. Locked in our own private foundation."

The looks they cast at the man turned strange and uncomfortable. The general manager himself seemed so stunned by our show of force that he stood there speechless for a long while. When he finally snapped out of it, he started shouting, "You useless idiots! Why didn't any of you call the police just now? What am I paying you for? All of you, get lost!" It was clear he was the same kind of person as Poppy—someone who had risen to a position their character and understanding never deserved. People like that were bound to fall sooner or later. Of that, I was absolutely certain.

“No one’s watching. They don’t see us for what we are. They don’t know what we’ve done.” His voice dropped low. “Exactly, Guapo. And I’d like to keep it that way.” That made me laugh. “You act like the past doesn’t matter now, but it’s exactly why we’re here. We’re all guilty, Gustavo. Every one of us. We killed her parents. We pinned the blame on her. We punished her, sold her, and let her rot. So don’t start preaching about morals now that it’s time to fix it.” The silence that followed was heavy. Even Giovanni went quiet.

It was Friday, and I couldn't wait for a day off, even though I wasn't sure how I would be spending it. My mind always seemed to travel back to Ivan, the hunters, and inevitably, Balor. I buried myself in my work, trying to push the worry, guilt, and anger away. I was the least exciting person to be around, but it seemed like Piper was the only one who cared enough to try and bring me out of the slump I had found myself stuck in. "Three victims. All male, ages ranging from eighteen to twenty-five. Multiple gunshot wounds. Seems like another murder linked to this ongoing gang war between the Black Sea and Poison Snakes." I nodded my head, pursing my lips.

Nathan added Stephanie suddenly laughed, “Hahahahaha….Fate!” “I’m screwed!” she smile widely “What?” “He is the guy from the club!” “Fuck no!” Nathan showed his disbelief “Yep!” “But, you are fine now! I mean, we know that Martin found out you had ONS, but it seems he doesn’t know it was him, right?” “Just pretend the two of you don’t know each other! Problem solved!” Nathan added “I had sex with him this morning!” Stephanie eyes continue look ahead

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

In that place, I was shocked with electricity, beaten with clubs, and pumped full of drugs until there was barely any life left in me. At last, when I was hanging on by a thread and Jonathan was asking if I could finally behave, the system appeared with a notification. [Congratulations. Mission triggered: Max out the male lead, Jonathan Fowler's guilt. Current guilt: 80%.] I was stunned. I tried to struggle up from the bed, but the nurse by my side thought I was trying to run again and immediately sedated me. I collapsed back onto the mattress, unable to say a single word. [Current guilt: 83%.]

“You just came and you are already ready to go again. That is greedy even for a priest.” He gave a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. “You are the one still clenching around me. Do not pretend you want me to stop.” His hands slid up under my top again, palms covering my bare breasts, thumbs brushing the nipples until they tightened. “This is a sin that can never leave this room. What happens here stays in here. No one else ever knows.” I leaned back just enough to look at him in the dim light through the lattice. “You say that like I am going to feel guilty.