Page 2 of Broken By Sin

“Yes. I’m an undercover agent for the FBI. I was sent here to flip Rico Vargas.” He doesn’t look like a fed—blond hair, blue eyes and a killer smile. He gives off surfer vibes, kind of like how Paul Walker did.

“You were using me,” I force out past the lump in my throat. At the watery tone of my voice, he pushes my arm away and steps into me cupping my face between his hands and tilting my head so I’m forced to look up at him. Pain radiates inside me.

“I never used you, Chanel. I swear to fucking God. I didn’t even know who you were when we first met.”

“When did you find out?” His brows draw in as guilty looks shadows his features. “When?” I snarl.

“Six weeks ago.” A distraught scoff comes from me. He knew who I was when I told him I loved him. “Chanel, I love you–”

“Fuck you!” I scream as I tear out of his hold and head for the door. He grabs my arm and yanks me back. I spin around and knee him right in the dick. He drops to his knees before me, groaning in pain. I push my gun into the center of his forehead, a shuddering breath leaves him as the first tear falls from my eye. I have never felt pain like this before. It feels like my chest is being ripped open and having acid poured directly into my wound.

“I love you.”

I scoff. “You never loved me. You fucking used me and faked everything—”

“I wasn’t faking shit!”

“No, I’m the one that wasn’t faking!” I scream so fucking loud, I know his neighbors would have heard. “I let you in, I let you fucking inside me and gave you something I have never given anyone. I… loved you.” Tears fall on their own accord now. I let them run unchecked down my face as I stare down at the man who fucking destroyed me.

“Chanel–”

I cut him off as my phone begins to ring again, “I never want to see you again–”

“I have a job to do here–”

“I don’t give a fuck, Connor! You pack your shit tonight and leave. If I ever see you again, I will put a fucking bullet between your eyes. You know who I am and where I come from… you know who my family is. I don’t make empty threats.”

“Don’t do this,” he begs.

Looking down at him as tears begin to fill his blue eyes, breaks something inside me. I hate that I can see and hear it in his words that he really does love me. No matter how I feel about him, he and I could never be together because he’s a fucking fed and I am the daughter of The Bloodhound.

“Leave and never come back,” I say as I turn and leave. Gripping the door, I yank it open but his words have me freezing on the spot.

“What if I don’t? What if I come back foryou?” I don’t turn around as I answer him, deciding to tell him the truth, hoping he’ll heed my warning.

“Then I’ll have no choice but to kill the first person I ever fell in love with. Don’t make me do that because they will find out you are a fed and I’ll be buried in the hole next to you.”

CHANEL

Present…

It’s been over a week since my dad busted me meeting up with Connor. He flew back to New York the next day without saying a word to me. I’ve been on edge for days wondering what the fuck Dad is going to do. I’ve ignored all Connor’s calls and texts, not giving a fuck about meeting him to check in and go over the details of the raid from last week. Havoc and Royal know there is something wrong with me but I refuse to tell them. If they found out I was working with the feds to keep us and our parents out of prison, they would kill me. Connor showed me photos. I know he has proof of the shit not only we have done but our fathers as well.

I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get out from under Connor’s thumb and just take out whoever the fuck it is that wants to lock us up, but killing a federal agent isn’t as easy as people think it is. I had the chance to end all of this two years ago. I should have killed him the night I found out he was a fed but… I couldn’t pull the fucking trigger! I open a new tab on the browser of my laptop and search Chance’s name. He is still classed as missing. The FBI not airing to the world that they have the governor’s remains is sketchy as fuck. I do something I know I shouldn’t, I look Connor up on social media.

“Bastard,” I growl. Of course, being a fed, he has no social media presence. I slam the lid of my laptop down and stand from my chair in my bedroom. I gaze out the window and the second I spot Erika laying on the lawn on a blanket with a book in her hands, I clench my hands into fists at my sides. How she can just lay there in the sun and read a fucking book like nothing else is going on infuriates me. The fucking bitch does nothing except suck Royal’s dick.

My phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. I debate on leaving it to ring out but when I check the caller ID and see it’s my dad, I answer.

“Dad?” I breathe out, feeling slightly uncertain and worried he may force me to rat myself out to the others. He has to know doing that would mean certain death for me.

“We need to talk.” His tone is clipped and curt. He’s never spoken to me like this before and I can’t say I’m a fan of it.

“So, talk,” I grit out.

“Don’t fucking start, Chanel. Meet me at the pier in an hour.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “You’re in Miami?”

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