Page 178 of Sinful

Nothing.

Adam Larson was gone. His friends claimed they hadn’t seen him in hours. Even after Stitches broke Sam Duncan’s arm and blackened both eyes, they maintained their story. If he were smart, he’d stay gone because I knew his time on this planet was limited. My anger grew by the second, while Church and Stitches wouldn’t be able to be pulled back from the ledge.

I was the only one with a bit of control left.

Thank fuck because I was teetering on the edge of burning down the building where Adam’s dorm room was.

Maybe my therapy was working.

When we reached our home, it was well past dark. Bryce had fallen asleep at Sirena’s feet, and Mirage was on the floor by the couch, a carrot on the floor beside him. And Sin.

He held her in his arms.

He’d have a hell of a crick in his body tomorrow.

I couldn’t help but admire him, though. He’d come so far.

“It’s nice,” Stitches murmured. “He loves her so much.”

“He does,” I agreed, taking in the pair.

Church said nothing and walked over to them. Carefully, he untangled Sin’s arms from around her and lifted her from him before taking her upstairs to his bedroom.

I sighed and looked to Stitches.

“You know how he is,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

I did know how he was. He was most likely upstairs undressing her as we stood there in the living room. In moments, he’d sink inside her body in a feeble attempt to bring her back before his anger would take over again.

He’d done it before, and Dante Church was a creature of habit.

I went into the kitchen and took care to be quiet as I boiled a pot of water for some quick spaghetti. Even if my heart wasn’t into eating, I knew we needed to because we’d need our strength.

I was just taking the food off the stove when Church made a reappearance, his lips turned down into a deep frown. Stitches shot me a knowing look and put plates on the table.

I stopped to watch Church tuck Sin’s blanket back up around him before putting one over Mirage.

He hesitated for a moment before grumbling and putting one on Bryce too.

I let the tiny smile out before turning back to the food.

“Should we wake them?” Stitches asked.

“No. Let them sleep. Some of us should get some rest,” Church answered, sitting in his place as I set the pot of noodles and sauce on the table.

“How is she?” I ventured, taking my seat. Stitches did the same and doled some spaghetti onto his plate halfheartedly.

“Same. Just. . . not there.”

“Did you. . .” I whispered.

Church looked at me, his green eyes wavering. “It didn’t work.”

I nodded and didn’t say anything, hating he did shit like that but knowing it was simply who he was. It helped to know she wouldn’t tell him no either, had she been conscious for it. In fact, I knew I’d have even joined in.

I supposed that said a lot about me as a person too.

“What’s the plan?” Stitches asked.

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