Page 211 of Sinful Pleasure

The men dragged me outside, forcing me into a matte black jeep.

The vehicle’s doors slammed shut, sealing me inside as the driver sped off into the night.The abandoned building erupted into chaos, flames of gunfire lighting up the darkness. The sharp cracks of bullets echoed off, mixing with the anguished cries of men.

I screamed, cried, and pounded on the doors with every ounce of strength I had.

“Stop! Let me go back!” My pleas fell on deaf ears.

They were resolute, their faces grim as the jeep tore away from the chaos behind us.When I wouldn’t relent, one of them pulled out a towel, pressing it firmly against my face.

The chemical scent overwhelmed me instantly, and the world blurred into darkness as my body slumped into the seat.

CHAPTER63

MADDOX

The abandoned building lit up like a Christmas tree, explosions of gunfire illuminating the darkness.

Now that I knew Allyn was safe, there’s nothing holding me back. Nothing to stop me from turning these bastards into hollow corpses.

My men pushed me out of their way, shielding me with their bodies.

But I didn’t want their protection. I didn’t want to hide.

I wanted blood.

I crave revenge so deep it burns through me, scorching every rational thought.

Mikael’s soldiers were too busy exchanging fire with my men, a chaotic dance of death filling the space.And that’s when I spotted him.

My father. The fucking coward.

He was slinking away, unnoticed by most, as he always does. He climbed the stairs like a snake shedding its skin, leaving his men to die in his place.

Not this time.

I drew my pistol— the weight of it steady and familiar in my hand. Sliding it back into my jacket, I took off after him, my boots pounding against the floor.

Bullets whizz past, screams echoed, and the chaos around me fades.

My focus narrowed to one thing—getting to him.

It didn’t take much to catch him. His age and fear slowed him down, and I grabbed him just as he reached the top of the stairs, dragging him back down with a force that sent him sprawling to the floor.

He landed hard, a grunt of pain escaping as I tower over him.

Pathetic. That’s what he was. A man who let others die for him, who sacrificed loyalty and lived to save his own miserable skin.

This was the man who preached about family, who lied about unity, who taught me to despise betrayal.

The same man who had allied with his greatest enemy to orchestrate the death of his own son.

I might have considered being more gracious with him—might have— but that chance evaporated the moment Allyn blurted out the words that shattered and rebuilt me all at once.

She’s pregnant with my child.

The impact of her confession hit me like a thunderbolt, electrifying every fiber of my being.

Joy swelled in my chest, sharp and overwhelming, a sensation I hadn’t even realized I was missing until now.

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