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Sinfully Yours CHAPTER 154
ALESSANDRO As soon as I stop in front of the quaint cottage, a shot gets fired from me from somewhere in the house, and I duck. I slowly get out of the driver's seat with my hands in the air. If this guy is as dangerous as Thomas said he is, I will be dead in the next second. "My name is Alessandro Moretti, I believe my wife is in there." I shout, hoping they can hear me. I take it as a good sign when I don't get shot at again. The front door opens, and a sight for sore eyes greets me. I run to that door as fast as I can, and then I scoop Farrah in my arms, her smell that is uniquely hers enveloping me. "What the fuck did you do, asshole." She sobs in my neck. "Are you okay? I thought you were in jail." I pull back so I can look at her. There are dark circles under her eyes, and she looks tired, but she's always the best thing I will ever see. "What are you doing on your feet?" I ask her. "You're not supposed to be walking around. You're supposed to be still." She hugs me ag
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER 155
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Trey looks worriedly at me, his eyes darting back and forth in the dark street. "This ends tonight." I go over my body again, making sure for what seems like the hundredth time that I have all my guns and hand grenades in place. It seems like the fuckers are playing right into my hands. Thanks to Enzo's intel, I have the remaining four elders all under one roof in one night. By now, they must know that Fabiono is dead, but they still think I'm inside that jail. They probably know it was me, too, so they're most likely having a meeting to decide what they're doing next. Little do they know, I'm striking while the iron is still hot. Trey shakes his head, his eyes on the surveillance footage on his phone, all courtesy of Evan. Farrah was right, I did orchestrate Evan's bullying so I could be his savior. It was one of the best things I ever did, too, because I now have access to a satellite that gives me vision all over the world. And I have a gre
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER 156
FARRAH "I'm so sorry, Thomas." My bodyguard is a lone figure at the grave of his wife. "Me too." He says softly with his head bowed. "I was so busy with..." He doesn't complete the sentence, so I take his hand in mine and squeeze his. "It's okay to say it." "I was so busy protecting others, I didn't take care of my own family." He completes the sentence on a sob. "You know that's not true." I tell him. "You were looking after all of us. You just didn't think her past would catch up to you." "But I should have!" He turns guilty eyes to mine where I'm sitting in a wheelchair next to him. "That's what I was trained to do, and I failed my own wife." He's going to feel guilty for a while, probably forever, so I don't say a word. Alma's killer was from a religious society who has been following her and Thomas's lives for a while now. They believe that she betrayed her country and her religion. She would have been stoned to death if she was in her own country. The government has tak
Sinfully Yours EPILOGUE
I look down at my three babies, where they're all bundled in the same incubator. They were born on thirty-three weeks, but none of them had to be incubated. I'm so proud of them, all of them able to breathe on their own. I was so worried, but they did it. I've never cried so much as I've been crying in the last week. The pediatrician said they should stay in the incubator for at least two weeks, and they were each placed in their own one. But the nurses said when they're apart, they cry, and when they're together, they don't. It's the cutest thing ever. Alessandro can't tell them apart because they look exactly alike. I don't know how, but I know who is who. Their father proudly named them, and right now, Arcangelo's mouth cutely yawns, even though they're sleeping. One week until we can take them home. Right now, they've wearing onesies courtesy of their aunt saying Thing One, Thing Two, and Thing Three. I miss Phoebe in the house, but she has to follow her own path, and she
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER ONE
"Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot!" I throw back my third shot of burning, cheap tequila, and grunt. I can already feel the buzz of the alcohol rushing through my system, making me lightheaded and having me stumbling on the ridiculously high heels my sister is making me wear. "Easy tiger!" The culprit laughs and grabs my arm to steady me. "When did you become such a lightweight, sissy?" "Since I've been studying and working twenty-four seven!" I wipe my mouth and remember too late that I'm wearing a scandalous shade of red lipstick. Luckily, my sister is a genius when it comes to the art of make-up because the back of my hand comes back clean. "You are so beautiful." Sammy gushes at my sister, her eyes shiny behind her glasses from only one shot of tequila. Most people are enamored by my sister when they first meet her. She's beautiful with a raucous personality, making her noticeable wherever she goes. She enjoys the attention, too, soaking up everything thrown her way. "You guys ar
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER TWO
I love my sister with all that I am, and if she'd ask me to help bury a body, I would do it without blinking. We've done it before. But I hate the attention she generates wherever she goes. I always knew she wasn't meant to be stuck in the small town we come from. She's too vivacious, meant for much bigger things than that shithole. What I hate about her, though? The attention, I despise the attention. With attention comes grave diggers. And we have skeletons in our closet that I would like to stay buried. So I'm slightly pissed off as Sammy and I follow her behind a bouncer that came to escort us to the VIP section. She could have declined. This is supposed to be my party, after all. Aren't I the one who should make the decisions? I have to admit the VIP area is nice, though. The volume of the music isn't so loud up here, even though you can still look down and see the whole club underneath. The couches look plump and welcoming, and oh my gosh, is that a celebrity? "Oh my god!"
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER THREE
I'm speechless as brown eyes hold me captive. This never happens. Not to me. I'm not this girl. I'm smart and educated. I've made the Dean's list every single year, and I'm almost a microbiologist. I don't gawk at guys because I think they're cute. But there's something different about this one. I don't know if it's in the way he's looking at me without blinking or the way my body is clearly responding to him. I don't get attracted to men, or women, or anyone. Once upon a time, I thought there might be something wrong with me. But right now, I'm buzzing, electricity pumping through every vein in my body. This man has me completely mesmerized. Like the tornado she is, my sister storms towards the table, a wide-eyed Sammy close on her heels, breaking the eye contact I had with the very fine specimen. "Sissy!"She squeals, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the booth. Mister tall. dark and handsome's eyes drop to where her hand is on my arm, and I can see the displeasure flas
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FOUR
He's following me. I don't dare say anything to Sammy in case she freaks out again like she did last night in the club. Does it scare me that a potentially dangerous man is showing some sort of interest in me? Not one bit. I should be very scared, but the only feeling I'm experiencing is one of excitement. I'm embracing it, too. Because not once in my entire twenty-one years of life have I felt what I'm feeling right now. Not even when I got a full ride to a prestigious university. I'm even scared to admit the feeling to myself. I've heard my mother utter the word countless times before when she meets a new guy who she thinks will change her life forever. I vowed as a little girl that I would never be like her. I will never define myself by a man. But damn, it, I'm feeling all sorts of things as Sammy and I sit in a diner, and I look out the window every five seconds to the car that followed us here. It's parked across the street again. I know what that means. As soon as we fi
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