Vincent Sinclair Novels & Stories

I grit out standing up to him. Sinclair's jaws tighten as he is visibly caught aback. Then, the anger appears in his eyes as he captures my neck again in his grasp. I don't know if he is aware he does that, but Sinclair holds so much strength that he could snap my neck if he wanted to, yet, I feel so... turned on. "I am Mr. Sin to you, Redhead. If you were any wise, you would remember what landed you here in the first place and that your friends have my money," Sin bites out, sneering at me.

The man screamed as his arm bent the wrong way. Dante took the knife. And drove it down. Once. Into the man’s shoulder. Again. Then lower. The blade sank deep. The man choked on blood, holding onto Dante's shirt. Dante leaned down close to his face. “Who sent you?” The attacker tried to spit at him. Dante pulled the knife out forcefully. And ended it with a single gunshot to the head. The sound echoed violently through the villa. Silence followed. Heavy. Oppressive. Dante stayed crouched for a second longer, breathing hard, and blood was dripping from his sleeve.

I hear voices that I can’t quite make out, and a few moments later, the door is swinging open wider, two large men striding inside. I immediately know which one is Alpha Xavier. He stands taller than the man he walked in with, and he struts inside exuding power, dominance, and pure evil. His hair is dark, shaved on the sides and long on top, and a thick layer of dark stubble coats his jawline. Tattoos crawl up his neck and disappear beneath the collar of his dark t-shirt, which is accompanied by a leather jacket, distressed jeans, and big black boots. His skin is tanned like he’s spent every day in the sun, and his eyes are so dark they’re almost black. They land on me, and a shiver travels

I completely froze. ​He wasn't doing it to be seductive. He was just being practical, but my panicked brain couldn't process it. He slipped the shirt off his broad shoulders, revealing a torso that looked like it had been carved out of granite. He was heavily muscled, littered with faded, pale scars across his ribs that spoke of a very violent past, a past the family only ever whispered about behind closed doors. ​He tossed the massive white dress shirt onto my lap. It was still warm from his body heat.

But being the biological mother registered on the birth certificate, I had every right to decide what I should do with the boy's remains. Tina despaired when she was told and finally confessed everything, and Zach was implicated as well as an accomplice. All they could look forward to was prison, and since Zach refused to divorce me, I gouged as much as I could from it, liquidating most of his assets as his legally married wife, converting almost everything to cash and saving it in an account under my daughter's name. Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years.

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

“I had a deal boss, I just had to see if I grant your request by getting an escort with the money you sent. I wanted her as fifth wife but she looked special and I had bring her here. If she's not okay, I'll try and re–” “She's perfect!” He growled and grinned, kicking the table filled with bottles of gin, alcohols, smoke and all forms of hard drugs.. It was a fucking gang and a big one at that because the moment I saw his full height and a visible face, I knew I saw him without Silvio before. “She will be good fuck too, thanks Dart. You'll be getting a promotion too.” He grinned and squat before me and my lips trembled. I feel disgusted staring at him, I want to run or let the earth swallow

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.