Page 48 of Sinful Kingdom

Daemon did it…

No, he had inside help in the form of Enzo.

That’s what I need. To make a friend. To find an ally.

We move through the old, cold building, through narrow corridor after narrow corridor.

The old stone walls out here are damaged and crooked, and when we get to a small spiral staircase, it gets even more decrepit.

With a grunt of annoyance, the man holding my legs unceremoniously drops them to the floor while the guy holding my shoulders pushes me upright.

His grip on my upper arms gets tighter, his fingers digging into my skin before he grunts for me to move and shoves me closer to the stairs.

They’re not the easiest thing to navigate on a good day, but with a body that’s barely willing to do anything I tell it, they’re almost impossible.

As if he cares, the guy holding me stops me from face planting more than a handful of times as we make our way up.

More of the same dark and dank hallways greet us, but we don’t move toward them. Instead, I’m shoved toward an old heavy wooden door.

Another man darts around us and pulls it open, using the huge wrought iron handle. The hinges squeak so loudly announcing our arrival that I actually cringe at the sound. It’s like nails on a chalkboard.

“Go,” the man holding me grunts, and I stumble forward. My shoulder crashes into the half-open door, sending another bolt of pain shooting down my arm before I fall to my knees in the middle of… of a church.

I blink in confusion, taking in the old stained glass windows that cast colourful light around the vast space.

But that elaborate architecture—unlike everything I’ve seen downstairs—isn’t what really captures my attention. That would be the men standing before me.

All but one are covered head to toe in black, their identities concealed.

The unmasked man steps forward. But despite having never seen his face before, I know who he is before he opens his mouth.

“Alexander Deimos, you really have been a thorn in my side, young man.”

12

EVIE

Reid left me standing there without any kind of suggestion to help.

I got it. I did. They’d been told to follow orders, and I guess even the baddest of gangsters have to follow the rules sometimes.

With my tail between my legs and any hope of helping with Alex and Zay’s freedom dashed, I headed back inside.

Stefanos and Reid were nowhere to be seen, but the guys were sitting around the table chatting to Blake as if they were all lifelong friends.

They might not have been their normal boisterous selves, but seeing them smile and joking about hurt. It really fucking hurt.

The second Blake spotted me, she watched me with concerned eyes, but that’s nothing new. It’s been the same since I woke here.

After refusing her offer of help, I made myself a coffee and disappeared upstairs.

My head was spinning, and with everything I’d heard, I didn’t want to sit around laughing and joking while the two most important men in my life were likely suffering.

What I needed was a plan.

They wanted me in exchange for their freedom.

I’d damn well let them have me in a heartbeat to protect both of them.

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