Page 99 of Sinner's Fury

I should have known.

I should have prepared better.

Moves and countermoves. That’s what Mother always said.

‘Never become complacent, Charlotte, because the second you do, you’ve lost the game.’

So, when I woke up and found myself stripped naked and hanging from the ceiling, I wasn’t surprised.

“What’s the game here, Steele? Rape me and force me to take control of theSociety, while you hold all the fucking strings?” I whispered, looking around the old, dusty barn.

Fucker brought me back to the place where everything started.

“Oh, I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than that, but first, you need to tell them where that cunt is.”

“Them?”

From out of the shadows, two familiar men emerged.

Shaking my head, I snickered. “I should have fucking known. Tell me, boys, what is the plan here? Beat me until I give you the information you want. Because that’s going to be hard, considering I have no idea where she is at. Even if I did, there is no fucking way in hell I would ever tell you. So that brings me back to you, Steele. What is your endgame here?”

“You are a mouthy bitch.” Steele grinned, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “I am going to have so much fun breaking you.”

“Good luck with that,” I clipped.

Gray Greer growled, stepping forward. “Where is she?”

“Tell me, Gray. What was it like looking at your own face? I bet that really fucked with your head. Your own face glaring right back at you, knowing that he was Daddy’s favorite. Didn’t matter if you both shared the same DNA, you would never be equal in Daddy’s eyes.”

When Gray said nothing, I turned to the other and smiled.

“And you, Dakota. You had the ultimate prize in your hands, and you let her slip right through your fingers. That must have hurt.”

“Where is she?”

I shrugged. “Don’t know. Though, given the current state of events, it won’t be long until someone finds her. You boys are on borrowed time. My advice, use what time you have left wisely, because when the truth comes out, there won’t be a place on this earth where you can hide.”

“Enough,” a stern female voice barked from within the shadows.

Looking around the barn, I watched as she stepped out, revealing herself.

“I should have fucking known you were her trump card.” I sighed. “The last Craven sister.”

Jane Margaret Craven. The third eldest daughter of a well-known New York State Senator, Jane was only a toddler when William Doherty kidnapped and raped her oldest sister, Elizabeth. The family looked for Elizabeth for years before the police discovered her body in upstate New York. Elizabeth’s kidnapping and subsequent death decimated the Craven family. They never truly recovered. The discovery of Elizabeth’s body prompted Henry Craven to leave politics and seek a life of solitude. Only, his remaining daughters had other plans.

Charlotte Craven, the second oldest, married James Stone solely to infiltrate and gather as much information as she could, until her son Joshua Stone later discovered her involvement in the death of his father and her association within theSocietyand killed her.

Angela Craven, the youngest daughter, was married to Alexander Goldman until his death, only to then marry Shane Keller. Unlike her sister Charlotte, Angela was more cunning, more reserved in her actions, maneuvering behind the scenes unassumingly and undetected, until her so-called dead husband, Alexander, killed her, returning her body in pieces to the Golden Skulls.

Like her sisters, Jane was beautiful. For a woman of fifty-seven, she didn’t look a day older than forty. However, it was the cold dead eyes that told me all I needed to know. If I thought the others, including Mother, were sadistic, they were nothing compared to the woman standing before me.

“So, what’s the plan here, Aunt Jane? Kill me and take over everything?”

“No.” She smiled sweetly, running her finger down Steele’s chest as she licked her lips. “I’m not going to touch a hair on your little head.”

Then she slowly turned to me and grinned evilly as all three men started to undress.

“They are.”

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