***SINCLAIR'S POV***I've been moody for the last six days without Summer at home and everyone knows it. I've tried to track down what happened at the hospital but Matteo said it seems like records on Summer were erased and the files burnt out. He searched on Summer Remmington and nothing came up. Nothing for real. A bloody human with no traces of existence. Whatever is going on with Summer isn't good and I need to find her. I am in my office at work and again, I don't think I can function well with everything I am facing and whatnot, so I close my computer. I've had quite a good number of meetings with Vincent Cabero and his daughter. I am getting power over the city. I like that. In a couple of months all of these will be mine, effortlessly built my empire from scratch and they are going to watch me enjoy it. My phone starts ringing and I grab it, putting it in my ear. "Sorvino? it's Gunner, you need to come over here quick please, we are having a situat
***SUMMER'S POV***I must be dreaming, it must be the fever because I just fucking saw Mr. Sin here in the cabin with me.I close my eyes and drown into a slumber. I hear people talking far away, that causes me to open my eyes. At first, the room is normal, then, I hear badging on the door and a couple of people yelling out. Gunner's voice resonate in my ears and I jump out of bed, grittimg my teeth as I hear Sinclair's voice. This wasn't all a dream, I fucking new it. And if Sinclair is here that means this is bad news. I roll out of bed and secure my cruthces. I feel warm than anything and discover I am in warmer clothes, something I didn't wear. It is still raining outside and although it is better now, the house is comfortably warm. I like it. Walking into the room, I spot out the men at one another's throat, Smokey holding Gunner and Matteo grasping Sinclair. "Let him go, Matteo, I will beat his ass if he as much as come closer to me or my girl," Gunner bites out. "You
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I have to get Summer out of here but from the look of things, I fucking can't believe these dickheads wouldn't give me her. As I sip my coffee, I watch Gunner come out of Summer's room and he arranges his trousers. As I grab my cell, standing, I stare warmly at him. "What's going on?" I demand. "Summer is sleeping. I don't know, she wanted me to stay awhile with her, that is what I was doing," he blurts out. With how his trousers are bulging, I know how it goes, his hand against his trousers and how he breathes out his chest making weird movements. He sits close to Smokey and they start chatting in low tunes. Matteo walks up to me. "Michelle is home alone. Do you think we can make it home before she starts worrying about your whereabouts?" he states, and I shoot daggers at him and he lifts his hands up, throwing it lightly. "Tell me, Matteo, what's your relationship with my sister?" I question. Matteo's face scrunches as he stares at me
***MATTEO'S POV***It is past one a.m. when I enter the house, and I walk to the second floor, knowing that I want to be with only one woman today. the day has been hectic and I'm exhausted. I instruct two of Sorvino's men to take two cars to the location I give them. They will leave a car for Sinclair and return in the other. With that, I rasp gently on Michelle's door and wait for her to answer. No reply. Frowning, I think she must be sleeping but when I twist the knob open, it sways all the way in and the bed is neatly made without a sign of Michelle in bed. I start panicking when I decide to go downstairs and ask where she is. I meet Killian in the kitchen eating from a takeaway plate. "Hey, Matt, everything okay?" he questions. "Sure. Have you seen Michelle?" I demand raising a brow at him. "Have you checked the theater room? I bet she will be there," he says wriggling his brows at me.I nod, taking off and heading towards the theater room. The lights are
EMMAI’d been so confused and hurt after I got off my shift last night. I’d worked so hard to look sexy for Damian but all he’d wanted to do was cover me up. For a moment when he first came up to me, I’d thought I’d seen a look of pure possessive fury come over him when he’d seen the way the customers were staring at me, but the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself of the impossibility of it. If he felt possessive or worried about me, then why would he just go off and disappear for the rest of the night?No, I needed to really up my game if I was going to get Damian’s attention, and this morning I’d woken up with a brilliant plan. I was going to get him to notice me, and this outfit was going to do the trick. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. The tiny athletic shorts barely covered my ass, and the sports bra made my tits look fantastic. The roller skates were also giving me a bit of height, making my legs look better than ever. Smiling, I grabbed my sunglass
***MICHELLE'S POV***Sex with Matteo is great and oh, if I hadn't taken my birth control pills I might have been with Matt's baby right now. As I turn around, I feel my boyfriend's hand tighten around mine and I smile, loving how conscious he is when he is around me. We spent the night together and I don't know what time it is, but I know I don't want to make it out of bed today. "Good morning, Angel," he twirls me around and I giggle pleasantly, and he kisses the tip of my nose, causing me to giggle. "Good morning, Matt," I say and we plunge into an uncomfortable silence. He caresses my body and after a while, I feel his cock thickening above me. My eyes bulge as I shake my head, knowing how much we fucked last night. "My pussy hurts, Matteo. Don't even think about getting any closer to me this morning," I blurt out."Fine, I'll go leak," he says and scrambles out of the bed, walking towards my bathroom naked. My eyes bulge as I glare at my man walk to my bath
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I spend the night with Summer and she is my biggest dream I've ever known. With how big up she is with matters that concern food, I slide out of bed and rush to the living room, I notice the smoke coming off the fireplace and hear the sounds from the kitchen. At first, I thought it was normal, but the incessant banging gets louder and I move closer, doubting what I would find in there. The door is ajar, so, I walk in and fuck, I wished I had just stayed in bed this morning. Smokey is banging Gunner on the counter top and he is so fucking loud. I shouldn't even be here but fuck, if they aren't hot together. I walk into the room, grab a cup of coffee, and start pouring myself a cup. They don't stop even when I know they have visibly seen me. This is fucking none of my business but I wonder if Summer knows this had been going on between her friend. I mean, I suspected Gunner might have loved Summer, but I wasn't expecting him to be banging his
**SUMMER'S POV***As promised, before noon, one of the guys from the house brings me a phone, but what I don't expect to see is a bouquet, prodding my arm. "OMG! This is so beautiful," I confess and he chuckles, excusing himself. Skokey helps me to the living room and I find the mood rather tight in here than usual. "Is there something going on?" I ask, then, glare at Gunner, quirking my brows upward at him. "Nothing you should be aware of, sweet girl," he confesses. Nodding, I wait for Sinclair to call me. I was dozing off when the phone vibrated in my hand. "Mr. Sin?" I ask with hope. "Hey, little girl, How are you feeling?" he asked his voice bright with sweetness. "My bones are taut, but other than that, I don't think there is anything to worry about," I say shyly. As we continue to talk about tiny bits of stuff, I discover that I don't have a lot to talk together, we don't make conversations, but I guess that's a different thing now. I know he's just build