Page 10 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

The Masked Man

She’s so fucking perfect. The moment I tasted her, I knew it was game over.

This isn’t a game anymore. The way her body melted into mine, and her soft moan haunted the air around me.

Fuck. It’s been a week, and I still can’t get the sound out of my head.

She’s lucky I restrained myself, and I didn’t dismantle her right there on the forest floor.

She was too easy to follow, and it was the perfect place to show her who she belongs to now—me.

She will worship me by the time I am done with her.

But maybe you’ll never be done with her?

The thought crosses my mind briefly. I have never had an obsession this strong before.

She is a fucking drug, and I am the addict who will kill for it.

I know one thing is for sure— I will kill any motherfucker who touches her.

She probably didn’t take my threat seriously, but she should. She should know that whatever man touches her will end up six feet under. That will weigh heavily on her conscience—but I don’t give a fuck.

I want to let her continue to infiltrate my thoughts, but work keeps me busy.

I’ve become my dad’s right-hand man. Have been since the day he made me prove my loyalty.

I’ve held our family name well, and I am proud to carry it.

No one messes with a Voss. I have been staying in Col orado more frequently after some shit that went down in SoCal.

There are always rats to be killed. Lucien has been telling me I’ve been slacking on jobs lately, but I haven’t. If anything, he has. Astra constantly likes to go off on a bender, and he is right there to take care of her. He is so pussy whipped. He’s lucky his dad is more lenient than mine.

His family transports drugs across states, countries, and continents.

My family kills anyone who tries to fuck that up.

It’s a partnership where we all win. My family is essentially a network of hit men who aren’t afraid to do anything at any given time.

Even if it involves killing our own. We have a handful of guys that work for us, but none of them are ever actually in our circle.

We tell them the bare minimum and send them on their way.

Lucien and I are the ones who address the most imminent threats.

We can’t afford to have some stupid fuck mess it all up.

I’ve really become insufferable as of lately.

I need a release. I stopped fucking with whores when I laid eyes on Evelyn 8 months ago.

I saw her at the coffee shop near the outside of campus with Astra and Lucien.

Her long brunette hair and fierce green eyes engulfed me.

It’s not just superficial. It’s everything about her.

The way she constantly keeps herself in check, never straying towards unknown territory.

Until now. She doesn’t even know who I am, but I know her.

I know everything there is to know about her.

I told Lucien that I was watching her on the cameras, but that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is that I have to go out of my way every day to make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless.

Not that she has before, but now, I have teased her.

Now, she will crave more. The problem is that it can only be me.

The second she thinks she can have anyone she wishes is the second I remind her who the fuck she belongs to.

There is, however, a small problem. I can’t pull in just anyone.

My family name is prestigious, and my father wants me to marry some whore whose dad has a lot of money, and also happens to be in our line of work.

I said fuck that. I told him I had a better idea.

My father knows I’d never do anything stupid, so he told me I had one year. That brings me to where I am today.

I have five months left to figure it the fuck out, and a part of me wants to keep Evelyn. I would rather wake up everyday to her innocent eyes than that cunt Lacey. She fucks anything with a pulse. Her standards are nonexistent.

I’ve been sitting in this parking garage for 2 hours now. We have a situation that requires investigation. So now, I wait with my camera open, ready to take photos of the dead man walking.

I see the door of a vehicle open near the opposite end of the parking garage.

He turns his head, scanning the cars to see if anyone is watching.

Idiot. He is fucking blind, but that’s the problem.

He is careless. He thought he could kill our men and not get caught.

He wants to be in charge of our operations, and that’ll never fucking happen.

Bastian Cross. I fucking knew it. Fucking bastard is always acting like the prodigal son when he’s nothing more than a rat. I take my photos, waiting for them to get in their cars and head off in separate directions. Then I pull out of the garage and head to my father. He’s going to love this.

* * *

I pull up to my father’s house and storm through the front door. “Guess who is fucking with our money!” I shout.

My dad opens his office door looking pissed as usual. I enter, and he closes it behind me. Pacing the room, I tell him, “Bastian Cross, Dad. The motherfucker I told you was a snake four years ago.”

“How do you know it’s him?”

“He was the only one there, meeting up with Valen Black.”

“You better be certain son. I’ll kill every last one of them.”

“It was him dad. I have pictures.”

I pull out my phone and open the photo gallery, showing him every photo.

There is no denying it was him. He handed over a case of about fifty grand.

Who knows how much money he’s been paying them to kill off our men?

He’s had a bad taste in his mouth ever since he found out my dad had his father killed for raping my mother.

He would be livid if he knew I was the one who carved his eyes out of his skull and blew him to shreds with dynamite.

“They are dead. Bastian, his brother, and Hell maybe I’ll rape his mother in front of him while he slowly bleeds out. Don’t do anything until I give the order son. I want to make sure these rats get the exit they deserve.”

I nod and walk out of the office.

“Oh, and son,” he called out, “Don’t forget. You have five months or you marry the whore.”

I storm out of the house and back to my car.

I pull out my phone to check Evelyn’s location.

She’s at a restaurant, probably with Astra.

Perfect. I send Lucien a text, letting him know I need a favor from him.

I put on “Hail to the King” by Avenged Sevenfold and make my way to her.

I need to hurry. My father doesn’t make idle threats.