Page 4 of Death Of A Sinner

“We always have time for this, darling.” I smile again, loving the way her features twist up with pleasure. My fingers pump in and out of her faster until she’s coming all over my hand.

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“You know, it’s your fault we’re late.” Aria turns and looks at me as we walk up the front steps of my brother’s house.

“Actually, it’s your fault,” I tell her.

“How so?” Her brows raise at me in question.

“If you didn’t have such a fantastic pussy, I wouldn’t be addicted to it and I wouldn’t be trying to fuck it every time I get in the same room as you.”

“Oh my god! Santo, no. Just no.” Aria shakes her head at me.

I shrug. “I’d rather be at home continuing what we were doing than be here right now.”

“This is your family,” Aria scolds.

“Our family,” I correct her.

“And I love them. I love these big family dinners. I never had that growing up, and I’m really glad that our future kids will have this too one day. Family dinners, cousins to run around with…”

“There won’t be a single thing our future kids won’t have,” I promise her.

“Having things and having love are not the same. I would pick love over everything else,” she says as we walk through the door.

“Uncle San, Uncle San.” Luciano comes running up to me. Bending down, I pick up my nephew and smother his chubby cheeks with kisses while he laughs.

“Hey, you’re late,” Daisy says, taking her son from my arms. “Again.”

“It’s his fault.” Aria points at me.

“Mhmm, sure.” Daisy smirks. “Come on. Gabe is getting hangry and neither of you has to live with him.”

“You chose this life,” I remind my sister-in-law.

We head into the dining room, where everyone else is seated around the table. I make a beeline for Cammi, kissing her head and greeting her first, before I move on to Eloise and then Zoe. It’s no secret that Cammi is my favourite sister-in-law. I don’t know why I connected so well with her. Perhaps it’s because she’s young. She and Vin are the youngest out of all of us. And yet, sometimes I think they’re the most grown up too.

“Sorry we’re late,” I say, taking my seat next to Aria. My hand lands on her thigh.

“No, you’re not.” Marcel laughs. “You’re late every fucking week. Some of us actually want to eat before the food goes cold.”

“Language.” Daisy glares at Marcel.

“What? He’s a De Bellis. You know he’s going to cuss like a baby sailor anyway.”

“No, he is not.” Daisy aims a finger at Marcel.

“Okay, can we get on with the eating part?” Gio grunts.

It’s not until halfway through the meal that someone mentions the elephant in the room. That someone being Marcel.

“So what are we doing about the curse? Just pretend it’s not alive and living in a filthy MC clubhouse?” No clarification is needed. We all know he’s referring to our mother.

“She’s dead,” Gio insists.

“You kill her?” I ask him. I don’t care either way. I have the same kind of hatred for our mother that my oldest brother does.

The younger ones, though, they don’t remember her like we do. They never knew her. She wasn’t a bad mother. When she was around to do the mothering. But then she walked out and left us behind with the monster that was our father. If she hadn’t done that, Vin wouldn’t have had to go through what he did.

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