Page 53 of Bells

I’d already taken care of the baby Sin had put inside me. The last thing I wanted was a reminder of him in my life. I was positive the baby was his. Of course, there was that small chance it was Asylum’s. Either way, it was another problem gone.

A smile touched my lips at the thought of Church buried deep inside me. Soon, he’d be mine for good.

I went straight to the watchers’ house. Anger and hatred rose inside me the closer I got to their place. Thoughts on losing Everett raced through my mind. Thoughts on Sin ruining my life. Making me have his piece of shit baby. Like the world needed another one of him in it. He ruined everything, especially with Church.

I’d had him. I’d had Church. Letting that go wasn’t an option. I’d kill Sin if I had to.

I stopped along the path to the house and went to a rock on the edge of the trail. Lifting it, I pulled out a knife I kept there. If shit went south, I’d stab Sin until he stopped breathing. I’d finish the job his father had been too weak to do.

I slid the knife up my sleeve to conceal it. When I got to their house, I knocked on the door. A moment later, Sin answered.

He looked like hell. His usual sexiness was gone. He kept the sides of his head shaven with the center long, which he piled atop his head in a man bun. His blond hair lay limp around his shoulders, the glimmer in his gray eyes gone. He even appeared thinner.

He was broken.

Good. Fuck him. I wasn’t done yet. I was sure there were more pieces to shatter.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice wobbling.

“Church.”

He snorted at me. “Get lost, Bells. He’s not interested.”

“His dick said another story,” I countered. “You know. When he was fucking me and trying to make me come on it.”

Sin visibly shook, making me smirk. He stepped outside the screen door.

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“You know what? Fuck you. I’m not leaving until I see him.”

“Bells, now isn’t a good time. Just. . . go back to your dorm. I’m really upset with you—”

“What’s wrong, Sin? Did I hurt your poor, little feelings when I fucked your friend?”

“Bells, please.” He winced, the pain clear on his face. “Just go. I can’t look at you right now.”

“Good thing I’m not here for you, you worthless sack of shit.” I made to push past him to go into the house, but he was quick to stop me and block the door.

“No, Bells. You need to leave.”

I ground my teeth and tugged a piece of paper out of my pocket. “Here, you piece of shit.”

“What’s this?” He unfolded it and frowned down as his gray eyes roved over the bill for services.

“Your dad should have finished the job,” I said, venom dripping from every word. “It’s my abortion bill. Since you didn’t die, I killed your fucking kid.”

The paper fluttered out of his hands and landed on the steps. A tear trickled from his eye as his hands shook.

“I hate you, Sinclair. I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate you. Even the men who touched me. I still hold them in higher regard than I’ll ever hold you. You’re less than nothing. No one will ever want you. You’re not worthy of shit in this life or the next. You should have died all those years ago when your father shot you. He died in vain.”

Ashes came out of the house and moved quickly past Sin and shoved me hard in the chest. I stumbled backward off the step as he kept advancing on me. Stitches came out and wrapped his arm around Sin’s shoulders and talked to him in a low voice.

But Ashes. . . he was pissed.

I’d never seen him that way before. He was the nicer one out of all of them.

He shoved me again, and I pulled out my knife and snarled at him.

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