Page 119 of Sinful

“Sin, do you really care about Sirena?” Stitches blurted out.

I snapped my attention to him, my heart in my throat. “I-I do. I fucked up. I know I did. It’s something I live with knowing. If I’d have known. . . fuck.” I tugged at my hair. “I didn’t know I’d feel this way. I didn’t know. It’s different than it was with Bells. This feels so much. . . more. It feels real. Like maybe I-I finally got it right,” I finished in a soft voice.

I blew out a breath and swallowed, my focus on the fire.

“I know I fucked up my vow. I said I wouldn’t touch her. That I wouldn’t get close. I failed you guys and I keep doing it. If you want me to leave and never show my face again, I will. Church gave me his hunting knife. I-I’ll finish the job—” I pulled the knife out and held it against my wrist, feeling completely out of control and lost. Devastated. Heartbroken. I felt like throwing up.

The bite of pain as the blade pierced my skin made me grind my teeth.

“Stop!” Ashes sprang forward with Stitches and grabbed the knife from me. “What the fuck, man?”

“I’m putting an end to it—”

“You’re nuttier than squirrel shit,” Stitches snarled. “We’ve been through enough bullshit. Don’t add to it. I don’t want to watch your ass die. Prick.” He gave me a disgusted look before going back to his seat and shaking his head. “I’m the one who tries to kill himself. Don’t take my fucking thunder, douche.”

Ashes tossed me a washcloth for my bleeding wrist., I pressed the cloth against the small wound and held pressure to it.

“Do you need to get sutured?” he asked.

“No,” I mumbled, knowing it wasn’t too deep and wouldn’t bleed for long. “I’m fine.”

Ashes let out a grunt and left the room anyway, only to return with a bandage. He handed it to me, and I put it over the wound, knowing he wouldn’t relent until I did.

We were all quiet for a moment after.

Finally, I asked the question that was killing me.

“Where’s Sirena?”

Ashes and Stitches shared a look.

“She’s upstairs in her room. Attic,” Ashes said. “Waiting for you.”

“What?” I looked from Ashes to Stitches and back again. “What do you mean?”

“We mean, you have a week to get shit sorted with her. If you want her, now is your chance. We know Church can be stubborn, but so are you. If Sirena decides she wants you back and she wasn’t being impulsive, then maybe Church will let it go,” Ashes explained.

“And if he doesn’t, he’ll probably kill you,” Stitches added.

I absorbed the information, so many ideas going through my mind.

“It was always supposed to be us, Sin,” Ashes said gently. “Stitches and I are good if you’re serious about it. But if you hurt her—”

“I would die for her,” I said fiercely.

“I know.” Ashes gave me a smile. “She’s yours tonight. For the week. Go up there and talk to her. Maybe something good can come from this. Just. . . if you decide you aren’t feeling it, I want you to be gentle with her.”

“If she wants me, then I’m here to stay,” I said, meaning it.

“Well.” Stitches gestured upstairs. “She’s in her room. We made her one in the attic. Don’t fuck this up, or we’ll fuck you up.”

“I won’t,” I promised, getting to my feet. My heart was going a mile a minute. My hands shook.

“Sin. Relax,” Ashes said. “You’re going to do great.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah. I-I’ll be fine.”

With those words, I went upstairs and stood outside the closed attic door, my heart still racing. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, so I figured I’d wing it. Maybe a miracle would happen.

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