Page 43 of Sinful

“Who the fuck made you boss of any of this?” Stitches shouted, getting to his feet.

I followed and put my hands on his chest in a sad attempt to calm him.

“Malachi,” Church’s voice boomed out. “Sit.”

Stitches glared at Church. “You fucking know what the Underground is like, Dante. We grew up there. It’s not rainbows and Christmas gifts. It’s a nightmare born from the underside of the devil’s dick. If you’re punished—”

“The punishment is to kill. How many have I ended, brother? Huh? How many?” Church said in a deadly calm voice. “This isnothingto me.Nothing.”

“Sit down,” I murmured to Stitches.

He let out a disgusted grunt but sat. He buried his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees while his legs bounced. I knew him well enough to know he was on the verge of completely losing it.

“It’ll be OK. Let’s just trust in Asylum. Just for a little longer. We need to get the guy who hurt our girl, man. Can you do that? Just wait a little?” I rested my hand on the middle of Stitches’s back.

He said nothing, continuing to shake with his anger.

I hadn’t noticed Sirena get up, but she had because she moved to stand in front of Stitches for a moment before she went to her knees for him and cradled his face. We all watched as she lifted his head and stared at him.

“I don’t like this,” he whispered, staring at her. “The longer they live, the more dangerous they become. Not just to you, angel, but to all of us.”

She pressed her lips to his, quieting him.

We sat in silence, watching as she deepened their kiss until he was tugging her onto his lap, his hands all over her.

I cleared my throat and looked to Asylum and Sin.

Asylum’s eyes were narrowed while he watched the exchange. He was clearly not happy about seeing it, but not appearing like he was going to do anything about it.

Then there was Sin.

He’d balled his hands into tight fists, his gray eyes focused on the pair.

“Malachi, take her to your room,” Church called out. “Our guests don’t need to see a show.”

Stitches didn’t even break his mouth away from hers. He simply stood, her cradled in his arms, and walked with her to his room, the door slamming closed behind him.

“Sorry about that,” I said, forcing a smile onto my face. “She has a way with him.”

“She has a way with us all,” Asylum murmured, his blue eyes focused on the hall where Stitches had disappeared with Sirena. “I want in.”

“Uh.” I flipped my lighter open and closed five times and looked to Church, hoping I wasn’t going to have to hold off a death match in our living room. Asylum had already made his desires clear before, but tensions were high at the moment. Seemed like a bad idea to bring it up.

“I know you do,” Church said, his voice low.

“She chooses,” Asylum added, raising his brows as he stared Church down.

A muscle thrummed along Church’s jaw before he answered.

“She does,” he said.

“So if she chooses all of us. . .?” I cast a quick glance to Sin, who was staring at his feet, his body tense.

“It’s a discussion for another time,” Church said. “And don’t worry, Sinclair, you’re not part of the equation.”

Fucking hell.

“Dante,” I started. “Can we just not—”

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