Page 3 of Sweet Sin

“I suppose.”

“Which means… Someone will come back here looking for these damned drugs.”

“Shit.” I’m the oldest Bellamy kid. I’ve always taken care of my brothers and sisters. Always looked out for them, made sure no one gave them any shit. What do I do now?

“I say we get out of here. We’ll be in a lot more trouble if someone finds it on this property.”

I nod. “Yeah. We’ll get rid of it.”

I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do. I’m not sure of anything right now.

“You think we can take it all with us once we leave here?”

“I don’t know. Looks like there’s ten bags here at least. Each one weighs about…” I hold in my hands. “This has got to be three pounds.”

“We’ve got our packs. If we leave the targets out there, we can carry it all.”

I nod again.

I’m glad we found it, especially if our brother is involved.

But thirty pounds of coke on our property? This isn’t going to lead to anything good.

In slow motion, I see my future Navy career grinding to a halt.

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FALCON

Savannah jerks against me in the hot tub, opening her eyes, the water swishing around us.

“You okay, Vannah?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I thought I heard something.”

“Probably just the dogs playing.”

“Right. It’s not like I could hear anything over the whirring of the jets anyway.”

She snuggles back into my shoulder and I hold her against me, loving the touch of her flesh on mine, until—

She shoots her eyes open when Sydney barks.

“She’s barking, Falcon.”

“They’re just playing.”

“Right…”

But it’s not a playful bark. It’s—

I jerk away from her, standing.

You learn to sense things on the inside. You can be alone, your eyes closed, yet you know when someone is near. Someone who means you harm. It’s a sixth sense, and you can’t make it in prison without it.

And now? I feel it in my fucking bones—that ache in your marrow that helped our cavemen ancestors survive in the wilderness.

Someone’s here for me. My guns are inside the house in a safe. I’m not supposed to have firearms as a parolee, but that doesn’t matter in this moment. How the fuck do I get there, though?

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