Page 52 of In the Light of Sin

I was about to wrap my hands around his neck to stop his breathing. I took a step forward, Tyrant, Knight, and Grim standing up, knowing my intentions. I knew Hex was at the ready with the sedative. I’d fight that fucker, too, if Prez kept talking about my girl the way he was. “But it led to us bein’ in the position we are.” Grim pointed out, trying to diffuse the rising tension in the room. His pretty boy face was irritated about the Nyla comment, even if it was the truth. The thought of Mitchell going to seduce my girl made red tint my vision. Fuck, I was about to lose control of myself.

Prez’s infernal eyes looked into me. They looked different than their usual calculating. He looked like a man who just flipped his humanity switch off. This wasn’t the man who created this club.

Was he going to be the one who demolished the foundation he created?

I briefly glanced at my hand-picked brothers. Each one of us was chosen by Prez to be a part of this club. Promises of atonement or death were our only options. We all had nothing left to lose in life, and that’s what brought us together.

My eyes flicked to Grim, his hazel eyes wavering at his only higher-up. Just like me, he’s never questioned his loyalty to our President. Sure, we’ve fought with words and fists, but everything was forgivable. But that was before Grim had something to lose.

Evergreen eyes. Long, blonde hair that ended at mid-back. A smile that rivaled the sun at its highest peak–my fingernails dug into my palm, the stinging pain not enough to get her out of my mind.

I had something to lose now, too.

And maybe that would be the downfall of this club.

“Our only position is fucked, and not in a fun way.” For once, Tyrant’s words were welcomed. He was sporadic but a voice of reason when shit got rough. And everyone in the room could sense the gasoline being tossed between us, Prez and I holding a match.

He was ignored, Prez not relenting on his vantage on Joslyn. “Until she convinces me she’s still not associated with those motherfuckers I’ll keep using her as bait. It’s not hard. One mention of you or her sister, and she goes runnin’ playin’ savior.”

I was in his face in a second flat, Grim and Tyrant trying their best to come between us, but neither of us was backing down. “You’re fuckin’ with the wrong man, Prez.”

“Guess it’d be a bad time to tell you that she already agreed to go, and she’s waiting there for you.” I could’ve fuckin’ killed him. I was ready to risk my position and brotherhood just for a single punch. “Go be her savior before you’re her mortician.”

My chest rumbled as my throat burned at the sound that escaped it. It was more animalistic than man as I turned and ran towards the door. I paused. The words I was about to say could shake the club to its core, but I didn’t give a fuck. “You just broke my loyalty to you,Darrell.”

I didn’t look back for anyone’s reaction. I had to go make sure Prez didn’t just send Joslyn to her death.

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Her parents’ place was in the middle of the woods, secluded but perfect to raise a growing family. But it is also perfect for anyone to lurk unsuspected, just like now.

I got here in record time, my anger fueling my need to make sure I arrived before someone else did. A relieved breath escaped me when I saw her through the window in what looked like a bedroom, sitting on a bed and looking at a book. She knew I was out here, watching her like a fuckin’ stalker. She always knew when my eye was on her, watching her every move.

I was positioned behind my favored tree, one closest to her window, to see almost every inch of her room. She was sitting on the bed in a red sweater and tight black jeans. Her blonde hair was up in a claw clip. I put my hand on the bark as her back straightened. I could only see the profile of her face, making it hard to read her expression, but I knew she felt me near.

She stood, walking someplace out of my viewpoint. I was about to rush in when she came back in front of the window without the book before facing it, knowing I was somewhere out here. My breath hitched as she took her sweater off, revealing her bra that had tiny suns on it.

Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

She kept toying with me, turning around with her yellow-painted fingernails scraping up her back until she found the clasp of her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders as she turned, exposing her perfect tits for anyone to see. Blood rushed to my dick as she stepped forward, a knowing smile on her pink lips as she splayed her hands on the window pane, pressing her tits up against it. Her mouth tipped up at the corners as she pressed forward, the cool glass smashing her nipples—

I don’t remember when I started running, but I knew she saw me barreling towards the house when she stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. She smirked amusingly, eyes widening when I didn’t make a right for the door.

Oh no, I was goin’ for that fuckin’ window.

She ran far away from it as I crashed through it, shards scattering on the floor and into my hoodie. I brushed myself off, pieces getting lodged in my hand, but I just picked them out of my skin, ignoring the pain as I pulled them out and saw Joslyn’s horrified face.

“Sarge!” She charged me, forearm still covering her tits. She was expecting a reaction from me, but me busting through her window must’ve not been what she had in mine. She grabbed the front of my hoodie, shaking it to remove more glass, careful not to get it on herself. “Windows are expensive!”

“So are caskets.” I snatched her wrist, pulling it up high in the air as I watched her throat bob with worry. Like I’d ever hurt her in a way that didn’t make her come. “Anyone who sees your pretty tits will be getting one.”

She looked confused, not aware of the potential danger surrounding this house. “There’s no one out there.”

I stepped towards her, making her back up until the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed. The comforter is bright yellow, and the sheets are dark green, just like her nails. “Unfortunately for you, I’m right here.”

Desire made her green eyes shine, eyelids fluttering down seductively. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

My craving for her overshadowed the hatred I felt for Prez for putting us in this damn predicament right now.

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