Page 55 of In the Light of Sin

Prez went eerily silent over the line. I pulled my phone away from my ear since I thought he hung up, but he didn’t. I didn’t say anything, trying to focus on my surroundings to get Joslyn out of here safely.

“Bring those blueprints.”His voice was low and strained with urgency.“See you soon.”

With that, the line went dead. I stopped dragging Joslyn along, looking at the black screen of my phone like it was a string to the man I respected. The string didn’t just fray. It burned. I pocketed my phone, looking back to look at her. I hated how her eyes shimmered with worry and that I didn’t have an answer to soothe them. “We need to leave.”

“What’s wrong?” Her free hand rested on top of where my hand was connected to her, involuntarily rubbing my knuckles. Touch was her comfort–hertouch was mine.

I hated the distress in her tone, but I didn’t have a damn answer for her. “I don’t know.”

But whatever it was, it wasn’t fuckin’ good.

Chapter 14: Joslyn

Sarge has been acting off since we left my parents’ place last night. We immediately drove to the clubhouse, where all the brothers were called for church while all the girls hung out in the common area. Everyone was quieter than usual, with the explosive energy suffocating everyone until they were done. The girls gently asked me what we found. But what could I tell them? I had no idea what those blueprints meant–and neither did Sarge.

Darrell’s response made me think he knew exactly what they were.

Once they were out of church, Sarge and the rest of the Souls–sans Darrell–solemnly stepped out into the common area. Instead of heading straight to the bar, Tyrant and Knight headed towards the door. Goosebumps pricked my skin when neither one of them came over to spew whatever nonsense was pent up inside, making me feel like something bad was happening.

Mitchell immediately came over and grabbed Nyla, pulling her towards the door, ignoring her protests of wanting to say bye to her Dad. Husk fled out the front door while Hex went to the adjacent hallway to the rooms the clubhouse offered to the brothers.

Trevor came over to Oakley, V right on his heels, but there was no fight in Trevor’s eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a stress-filled sigh. His dark eyes glanced at V, who was locked on his shy daughter brazenly. Trevor’s offer of taking her home was cut off by V’s protest that he would take care of Oakley. With the tension as high as it was, I thought a fight would break out.

His shadow consumed my body before I noticed he was in front of me. I craned my head up to look at him. The way his face was covered by the shade of his hood made him look intimidating, but I was beginning to discover the hard exterior he presented was nothing but a facade to cover up for his drastic sin.

He would never let that exterior crack for anyone but me; even then, it was hard to wiggle my way further into the maze.

He tilted his head, nodding towards the direction Hex disappeared in. Silently telling me to follow him to his room at the clubhouse. My face heated. The last time I’d been in that room was Nyla’s wedding. Memories surfaced of what happened with Sarge, instantly putting me in the mood. Could you blame me? This man knew how to use his dick, and he knew how to use it well. I was longing to see the rest of him… he’s seen all of me, but I’d only seen his arms and his cock.

I didn’t think it was normal to suck a man’s cock before seeing his face.

But what about us was normal?

After we’d gone in the room, he told me to get in bed, and I got in, uncovering the spot next to me and waiting for him to get in with an expectant smile on my face–

Only to see him at the doorway, looking fuckable as he leaned against the doorframe with his muscular biceps bulging as his arms were crossed over his broad chest. Still, I smiled, patting the spot next to me. My heart dropped as he shook his head, pushing himself to stand up straight.

Sleep here,he said.I’ll be in the room next door.

I pouted, not happy with the fact that he could fuck me but couldn’t sleep in the same bed as me? Unbelievable.

He closed the door.

I lie here, with the spot I wanted him to sleep in still uncovered. My heart wished he was here sleeping next to me instead of separating us, leaving me in the dark about our findings at my parents’ house last night.

What was Chasm? Why were the blueprints in my parents’ house? Were they always there, or did Jordyn plant them there? A heavy sigh escaped me. I guess I will never know. No one told me anything. My eyes drifted closed, and it felt like only a few minutes of sleep before I woke up to the sun rays coming in through the window. Was it daytime already? I liked the sunshine, but not this early in the morning.

My cheek was buried in my pillow, thoughts swallowing the last bit of serotonin I was surprised my brain was making when the door opened. My eyes drifted to the doorway, not surprised to see Sarge doing whatever he wanted yet again. He was dressed in the same outfit he was every day: his sleeves hoodie with the hood covering his face, denim jeans, and combat boots.

His head was turned in my direction. “You’re still in bed?”

Was he hoping to walk in on me doing something? “Seeing as the sun’s barely up and not everyone wakes up at four in the morning to work out, yes, I am.”

“Get up.”

I sat up, my arms resting behind me. His head tilted down, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes as they landed briefly on my chest before trailing back up. “Why?”

“You’ve been wearing my clothes a lot more.” My face felt hot. After he left me, I went over to the closet, needing to take off my clothes–the sweater I had on was very uncomfortable against my nipples sincesomeonejust had to have my bra as a souvenir even if he knew where my others were. So I stole one of his baggy shirts that I’d never seen him in. It was like a dress on me and, more importantly, didn’t brush uncomfortably against my chest.

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