Chapter 3

***SIN'S POV***

The loud knock on the door woke me from a good sleep and when I flipped open the bedroom door, Matteo, my right-hand man was there, his face sweaty.

"You have been robbed. The money is gone," he says and I frown.

Grabbing my t-shirt, I put it over my scarred chest, proof that I have demons on me I have to hide.

"No one steals from me. Who did it?" I ask sliding downstairs as my face squeals into a scornful angle.

I take a look at my townhouse. Scattered, a few of my glasses are broken, and my wine closet is a disaster. A few bottles on the floor.

"Spike started barking and alerted the guards. Before I got here, they had left, but my men are tracking them. They wouldn't go far," Matteo mouths out.

I hear Bear barking and that leads me to the kitchen. Opening it, Bear growls as he pounces on me.

"They locked my dog in the kitchen?" I ask angrily rubbing Bear's head.

He was Alice's dog, I don't care what they want but no one touches this dog, and goes unpunished.

Stepping into the kitchen, I spot trails of blood, and following it, a knife is on the floor. Looking up, one of the windows is opened.

"Whoever got into my house passed through that window. They locked my dog inside this room and if they think they can get away with that then they've got it wrong," I bite out turning around to face Matteo.

An ex-army, loyal as the day we met. Matteo is the man I would trust my life into his hands.

"They took the money?" I ask and he confirms with a nod.

That is a lot of money to steal from me, and as Sinclair Sorvino, the bastard wouldn't leave a second to tell the tail.

"Mr. Sin, the guards stationed at the North caught the thief," Jase says rushing into the kitchen.

"Let's go," I say stomping out of the kitchen.

What Jase didn't tell me was that my thief was a girl.

"That's the thief? It can't be," Matteo mouths out.

Two men grabbed each side of her arms and pinned her to the ground, only her face pushing upward.

I stomp towards her, grab her rich lock of red hair, and stare into her eyes.

Perfect emerald eyes reflect and I feel my cock bobs at my pants.

Fucking pervert. I chide myself.

She has a stained-streaked face, the perfect body to slip through my kitchen. She wasn't alone, thus, she must have helped her partners.

"Where is my money?" I ask my voice cold as I push her head farther behind, careful not to snap her neck.

"Come closer let me tell you," she says.

A temptress.

I lean forward and she spits on my face.

"Go fuck yourself. They are gone now. No one will ever get them," she says her smile brave as she locks eyes with me.

I hear a gun cork and I turn to see Matteo flips his gun on the girl's head.

"And what exactly do you think you are doing?" I ask my eyes flailing in anger.

"No one talks to the Sorvino Boss like that. Especially not a little red-haired bitch," Matteo snaps.

"Put the gun down. You stand," I say motioning at the girl.

I wipe her spittle from my face as my men let her go.

"Where is my money?" I ask a last time.

"It's not your money anymore is it?" she asks, her brattiness affecting me.

With my hand still locked on her hair, I pull her forward and she whimpers, falling forward, I catch her before she reaches the ground. She fits perfectly in my arms. I can't help but hold her tightly to my body.

"It hurts. Ughh! My damn leg," she stutters.

The knife went through her leg. The words click into my head before I glare down at her.

The wall of bravery is gone, now replaced with pain.

"Grrrrr! Grrrrr! Woof! Wooff!" Spike and Bear start barking when they spot her.

"Oh no... No, no! Not the damn dogs," she shouts climbing me like a tree until her beautifully carved legs are wrapped around my slender waist, and her frailed arms entwine around my neck.

"They are just dogs," I call out, a tinge of a smile in my voice.

"I hate them. They will bite me," she snarls tightening her grip on me.

"For a thief, I don't see why I shouldn't let my pets have you for dinner," I bite out.

I feel the girl shiver and I hold her tighter against me. I feel her boobs press against my chest and my cock bubbles again.

"Mr. Sin? She's the thief. She has your money," Matteo says his brows creasing.

"And I plan on getting every penny of it, Matteo. Now, if you will excuse me, my little thief is scared of Spike and Bear. I will shift this meeting to somewhere private. Conduct the cleaning and go to bed, will you?" I ask my eyes hard on his as I challenge him to utter a word.

Swallowing, he nods and starts laying down instructions.

I carry the girl upstairs and into my bedroom. Opening the bathroom, I lock it before placing the girl on the counter.

She is so small and barely weighs anything. She stole from me. The thought of it makes me mad, but I am curious all the same, trying to know why she chose my house to steal from.

"Let me check your leg," I say removing the soaked tattered piece of clothing from her leg.

I cleaned her wound and put a fresh bandage on. When I finish, I bring her into my office and put her on a chair.

"Thank you," she mouths but I ignore her.

"I am going ask you one last time where my money is, if I don't get a reply, I will have to use another method on you," I warn.

"You can't involve the police," she says confidently.

"Oh, is that? But I could get my dogs sent in here," I threaten and watch her little brain tick out, making the decision for her.

"No dogs please, I will tell you what you want," she begs squirming on her chair.