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Sighing, I released Sirena’s hand and went to the door, really fucking hoping it wasn’t Cady because she’d flip her shit if she saw Sirena this way. But maybe that was a good thing. She’d punch Church in the face so I didn’t have to.

I pulled the door open to find Sin standing there.

“What are you doing here?” I snarled at him.

“Church said we needed to talk,” he answered.

“I sent you a message and told you to lie low. What the fuck, motherfucker? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

He gave me a sad smile. “Sometimes death is a nice vacation from a miserable life, Malachi. I’ve been searching for it for a long time. Maybe tonight it finally finds me.”

“Don’t do this. Fucking go, Sinclair. Don’t. You don’t want to see this.”

“Malachi, it’s cold outside. Let our guest in,” Church called out.

I ground my teeth. “Run, Sinclair. The other option is dying. It’s not fucking worth your life.”

“Yes, she is,” he said softly before stepping past me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

SIN

Istepped into the living room to see Ashes standing at the table and Church on the couch.

Neither of those things did I care about.

It was my girl lying half-naked on the table that got me.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Church stood and moved to his chair before gesturing for me to sit on the couch.

“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded, staring at the beautiful woman on the kitchen table. The woman I longed for. That I loved with everything I was.

“Sinclair. Come. Sit,” Church said. “We can talk.”

I heard Sirena sniffle, and she shifted like she was going to get up.

Immediately, Church was on his feet and at her side, his lips at her ear, whispering something to her that made her choke out a sob but remain still.

Ashes cursed at him then went and wiped her eyes for her.

I was going to rip Dante’s head from his fucking shoulders.

He sat in his seat, but I hadn’t moved an inch. Stitches walked past me and took a seat on the center of the couch. A place where he could get between us.

He was always thinking in the language of violence. A lot of things changed in life, but that one was steady as a river.

Ashes flipped his lighter open and closed in the kitchen, his hand wrapped firmly around Sirena’s.

“We can get through this a lot quicker if you come sit down.” Church held up the notebook. The one with all my conversations with Sirena. I swallowed hard, knowing this was probably the case, when I got the call from him.

I glanced back to her half-naked form on the table and blew out a breath before moving to the couch to sit. I knew going to her could set him off. If there ever was a time to be calm and work shit out, now was it.

“Do you think I’m an idiot, Sinclair? That I don’t know what happens in my home?” Church started.

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