Page 131 of Sinful

“And you won’t harm her? Or tell your father?”

“I won’t give him shit,” I hissed out. I put my blade to my palm and made a cut. The blood blossomed out, dribbling down my palm and to my wrist. I placed my hand on his old torn shirt, leaving my mark over his heart. “You have my word and my blood.”

He visibly swallowed when I pulled away, contemplating my promise for a moment. “I have another daughter. Her name is. . .” He exhaled and scrubbed his hand along his cracked lips.

“Her name is Bianca. Last name Walker.”

I logged her name away. I’d look into her soon enough.

“Get this job done,” I said, backing away from him. “I’ll see to it you’re free. You’ll need to be patient and understand it’ll take some time on my end, but I will come for you.”

He watched me go to the door without a word. It wasn’t until I knocked to be let out by the guards and the door creaked open that he finally spoke.

“I really am trying to hurry. I’m not lying. I’m stuck.”

“Then get unstuck. Have a good night, Anatoly.” I stepped out of the room, the lock clicking into place behind me.

Drawing in a deep breath, I stepped away, knowing I had my fucking work cut out for me. Saving him would be a real bitch.

But I’d do it.

For Sirena, I’d do anything.

SIN

Isat beside Sirena on her bed, scribbling quickly to her, my heart racing as fast as my hand was. Running back as quick as I could with our notebook in my hand, I’d burst into the house and rushed past Stitches and Ashes, who were playing a hockey game on one of the gaming consoles in the living room. Stitches had sworn as Ashes scored, calling me a cocksucker for apparently startling him and making him lose focus.

I paused over my message and reread it.

Do you want to build a snowman? I know it’s sort of lame, but I’ve never actually made one before, and I saw the painting you’re working on. I like how the snowman’s head isn’t attached, and he’s in the cemetery.

I sounded fucking stupid, but I’d already written the message. Frantically erasing would just make me look even worse, so I cleared my throat and handed her the notebook.

She took it from me, clearly eager, and wiggled in her seat. The cute move made me smile. Her colorful eyes swept over my message for a moment before she wrote back to me. As patient as I could be, I waited. Finally, she slid the notebook onto my lap.

I would love to build a snowman with you. I could take your snow-ginity.

I smirked at her words before looking to her to see her eyes wide and full of innocence. A soft chuckle slipped past my lips, and I shook my head before responding.

I would love for you to be my first.

She clapped her hands excitedly before getting off the bed and tugging my hand to follow. Like a kid on Christmas, I did, my heart thrumming excitedly.

“What are you guys doing?” Ashes asked from his spot on the couch. They’d gone from gaming to watching a movie. I took in the way Stitches’s leg was jumping and how he rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. He was agitated. It didn’t take a genius to know why.

Me. Always me.

In the grand scheme of things, we were all on edge. Time was ticking. Everything had the potential for getting seriously fucked up more than it already was.

“Uh, we’re going to build a snowman,” I said sheepishly. Sirena grabbed her jacket and tugged it on. Dragging my gaze away from Ashes and Stitches, who shared a look, I grabbed her cute fuzzy hat with the dingle ball on top and pulled it onto her head, earning a sweet smile.

“Maybe go for a walk after. I’ll have her back soon—”

“Take your time. A week isn’t long.” Ashes looked from me to Sirena, a look on his face I couldn’t decipher, but the dread weighing down my guts knew. A week until Church returned. I could be dead this time next week.

I had to make this fucking count. A few moments were all I really had at this point.

“Angel, I—” Stitches raked his fingers through his mess of dark hair before he offered her a pained smile. “Remember, OK?”

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