Page 30 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Dante

My father is the last person I want to see today.

After last night, I know my judgment is jaded.

I shouldn’t be going out on a job in this fucked up head space.

It doesn’t matter, though— We all die one way or another.

I just hope I get to bury myself deep in Evelyn’s cunt one more time before I go.

I slam my car door shut and brace myself for this meeting. Upon entering, I see my father inside his office with Lucien’s father.

“Hey, son.”

I skip the small talk and take a seat in a chair to the left of them. My jaw was clenching, wanting to get straight to business. He crosses his arms and stares at me with a smirk curling on his lips.

“Your time is running out, Dante.”

I snarl at him as he smiles down at me. Lucien’s father, Alaric Crowe, leans up against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

If this is all he has to tell me about, I should knock them both out.

They are constantly meddling with my shit.

I told him I would take care of it. And I fucking will.

“I have made an executive decision, if you will.”

I stare up at him, rage blinds me in the heat of the moment. What the fu ck.

“What kind of decision, father?” sarcasm dripping from my low tone. I rise to meet him, standing only five feet apart.

“You have two options now, son… You can marry Lacey, as it should be, and kill the whore that’s making you weak.”

“I’m not fucking killing Evelyn. Out of the fucking question. What is option two?” My patience is gone. I’m about to snap.

“That’s where this gets interesting. You know, there shouldn’t be an option two. How do we know that this little whore you have taken an obsession over is worthy of producing an heir with my only son?”

I ball my fists at my sides, my veins turning into lava beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment. Evelyn isn’t a fucking whore. She is fucking mine. I’m the only one who has ever been and ever will be inside of her. I fucking own her.

“I still have four months.” My father chuckles at the statement.

“Option two it is.” He rounds his desk and produces a manila folder from the top drawer, letting it slap to the surface below.

I stride over, picking up the folder, scanning the material.

No. No fucking way. I shake my head in disbelief.

“Why?” My words are barely audible.

“You have three days. Make it happen, or I’ll arrange your wedding ceremony for next week.”

I scoop up the envelope and storm out of the office. I only have one option. I know this kill will hurt a lot of people, but I don’t give a fuck.

* * *

I’ve been driving around for three hours. I needed to clear my head after that meeting. I sent Lucien a text, telling him to keep an eye on Evelyn. He knows I was heading to my father’s, which is always for one thing—a hit.

Th is hit will be different, though. I’ve never killed a woman before. The only woman I came close to killing was Evelyn. She sent me over the edge. She lied to me. She knew what she did was fucking wrong.

I know this is going to break Evelyn completely, but I will be there to put her back together. She won’t have a choice.

I park outside of my next victim’s work and stare at the back entrance. I have my gun loaded and ready. This one will be quick. I don’t want it to be too personal. She didn’t do anything to earn a painful death. She happens to be the sacrifice for what I want. Evelyn.

My father never places a hit on someone without reason, which is what makes this one different. Personal. He wants me to back out, but there’s not a fucking chance.

Alaric didn’t seem to mind that I was going after someone close to his son. Bastard probably wants his son away from Astra anyway. He never liked her.

I flip through the rest of the file, knowing I have about ten more minutes before she walks out that door.

There is nothing here really. It contains two photographs, a description, name, age, vehicle, school information, and place of work.

No information is available regarding the reason behind the hit. Interesting.

I toss the file aside and open Evelyn’s location. She is at her house still. I pull up the cameras, and she’s still sleeping. I glance back at my clock, 2:25 P.M. She should be out any minute now.

I slide my gun into my palm, gripping it tightly as I roll down my window. I parked underneath a nearby tree, just enough to be covered from any cameras. I have a clear view of the door and her vehicle.

The back door swings open, and she emerges from the door into the afternoon light. She really is a good person. I’ve never been close to her, but now isn’t the time for thinking.

I watch her descend the stairs and waltz over to her car, oblivious to her surroundings. I slide my gun out of the side and take my aim. I wait f or her back to be towards me, and I pull the trigger. The bullet slices through the air silently as my suppressor does its job.

Her body collapses to the ground, lifeless, and at peace. I don’t know how I will explain this, but the deal is done. My father gave me three days, and I got it done in four hours. He always underestimates me. I send him a text:

Done.

* * *

The smell of whiskey is the only thing filling the silence between us.

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

I pull out my phone and zoom in on her wound. I don’t want my best friend seeing her pussy. Or tits for that matter. Or any other motherfucker in this bar.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He runs his fingers through his hair. I flash him a charismatic smile.

“She liked it.”

He exhales a breath. Lucien has always found my ways of expressing my loyalty to be extreme. At least that way no one will ever question my fucking loyalty.

“You just let her go after that? Where are you keeping her?”

“I had a job today. She’s at home.”

He nods, not fully believing me.

“My father gave me an ultimatum.”

His brows knit together, knowing it is unlike my father to play games. He’s always been direct.

“What kind of deal is he trying to strike?”

“It was kill Evelyn, or someone else.”

“Let me guess, you killed someone else.”

I nod to him, taking a sip of my whiskey.

“Who was it?”

I shrug. He knows half of the time I don’t give a fuck about the names of the people I kill. I do what I’m told. He doesn’t press me for more.

“So what are you going to do about her?”

I smirk at him.

“There’s nothing to do. She’s mine now.”

He raises his eyebrows as he shakes his head, not believing a word I said.

“You’re serious? You carved your name into her skin. You think she is just accepting that?”

I look down, swirling my drink.

“She doesn’t have a choice.”

He nods.

“So I need your help with something.”

My eyes dart up to meet Lucien’s. He never asks me for fucking help.

“With what?”

He leans closer, speaking low.

“I was on a job recently. I swear to god I saw…. him..”

“Who?” He pauses.

“My brother.”

“Your brother died. I was at his fucking funeral.”

“I swear, I saw him.”

“Then you’re seeing a fucking ghost. You should have just gone to his funeral. You probably just have a guilty fucking conscious from not going.”

His jaw ticks.

“I know what I fucking saw,” he says through gritted teeth.

I let out a sigh.

“If you have any leads, I’ll see them out.”

He nods, accepting my offer. I pull up Evelyn’s bedroom footage on my phone.

She’s passed out. I watched her clean her wounds again today, like she did last night.

I had planned to see her today, but I need her to cope with this first. I can’t let her find out.

Evelyn will never know what I did for her.

She doesn’t need to. I will always kill for her, and she will always bleed for me.