Page 61 of Sin

I glance back at Kierra and see her watching me with an intense expression. When she catches my gaze on her, she smiles softly, “Thank you, Daddy.”

For a moment, my gorgeous woman calms me and I nearly get up because the urge to take her in my arms and kiss the fuck out of her is strong. Like throwing gasoline on a fire, the anger reignites as my mind flashes to seeing her dying on the floor, a dagger in her chest. I came so fucking close to losing her. I’ll kiss her later. After I finish this for her.

I turn back to the crying piece of shit and growl, “You tried to take what’s mine. Nobody fucking touches her.”

Pulling my fist back, I crash into his face. A crunch of his nose joins the soundtrack of his blood-curdling screams. His wide eyes stare at me with the same fear I know Kierra felt. It’s the reason I can’t stop.

Bones stares down at me with a grin on his face as he glances at the brother, “Fucking beautiful, isn’t it?”

He chuckles when the other guy cries and Bones shakes his head, “Patience please. Your turn is coming.”

I pummel his face repeatedly. The crying stopped, but I can’t seem to. Off in the distance I hear Bones saying he’s dead, still I can’t stop.

“Daddy, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Her voice sounds far away in the distance, calling to me, but still I keep pounding on the deceased man's destroyed face. Flashes of Kierra lying on the floor, in the hospital bed, the doctor telling me to bring her family to say goodbye, all the memories come flooding back and I keep hitting him.

“Goddamn it, Sinclair, enough,” the sweetest little southern drawl cuts through it all. Did she just call me Sinclair? I get up and walk over to her, blood splattered all over me. Narrowing my gaze, I say, “What did you call me?”

She stands in front of me, hands on her hips, with a scowl on her pretty little face, “Sinclair. You were hurting yourself. He’s dead. You can’t cause him any more pain.”

I place my bloody hand on her cheek. “Mine.”

Reaching up, she strokes the stubble on my cheek, “Yours, Daddy. Always yours.”

Her words are my fucking undoing. I grip the back of her hair and pull her closer and slam my lips to hers. Kierra’s little whimpers have me ready to yank her jeans down and fuck her when I reminded we aren’t alone.

“If you’re going to perform a live sex show here, be prepared for me to watch and jack off.”

Fucking Bones.

I turn away from her and glare at him. “Don’t even think about it.”

He chuckles. “Get your girl home. I’ve got this.”

I swing my arm around her shoulders and walk her to the stairs. As we’re getting ready to walk up, Bones says, “Hey Sin.”

I glance over my shoulder at him as he arches a brow at me. “I want that casino. You owe me after all this shit.”

As we walk up the stairs, I throw back at him, “Yeah, you got it. I’ll get you the casino. For the record, I would’ve done it, anyway.”

He chuckles loudly, “And I would’ve done this, anyway.”

I already knew that and he already knew I’d get him the casino. That’s the nature of our relationship. We might give each other shit from time to time, but we always have each other's back. The same can be said for Zade, but he’s not so likely to break bones. It works though because someone always has my back, one for the legal and one for the not so legal side. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for either of them. Now that I have Kierra and she’s safe, I feel like I have everything, but I won’t lie. My fucking hand really hurts.

CHAPTER 42

KIERRA

Standing in the shower with Sin, I gently wash his hand, trying to get rid of the blood. “You should see a doctor. This looks bad.”

His knuckles are bruised and swollen. I know it’s going to get worse. I told him more than once on the drive home he needed to see a medical professional.

“I’m fine, baby girl. It’s not broken.”

I kiss his knuckles gently, “I don’t like that you’re in pain because of me.”

He places his hand on the side of my face, and I lean into his touch. “I would do it again. If somebody hurts you, I’ll make it right.”

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