Sinclair
All she felt was they were moving. His heat surrounded her while he carried her to their bedroom. She didn't even know she had fallen asleep. Oblivious to anything else after she fainted.
She was crying quietly. Not for the pain the bitch had inflicted but for the evening she had ruined.
To add icing to the cake, her mother was married to the lecher, Lord Tanning.
After the confrontation, with Nicholas by her side, shielding her, he asked for recompense from the woman who laid a hand to his Sinclair. To say he was pissed off was an understatement. Rage radiated through him. One she had never witness before. He threatened to call the constable if an acceptable explanation was not given. Her mother, fearing him, could only stare at the scene she had created, speechless.
Lord Tanning defended his wife, spewing lies as if he was there as a witness. Cl
Nicholas After dropping off Sinclair at Uni, promising he would be back to pick her up after her two classes, he called EJ to let him know what he needed. He left two of their bodyguards with her despite the pout on her lips. When it comes to her safety, he wouldn't give in no matter how cute she looked at that moment. Entering the first-class private hospital owned by him and his fellow club members, he ignored the interested glances he was receiving from the female staff at the lobby, going straight to the elevators that would lead him to the executive floors where they usually have their business discussions. He nodded to Nora, the baron's secretary, and let himself in into EJ's office. Used to his unannounced visits, the doctor raised his brows blandly and smirked. "How is she, Redington?" Huntley asked from behind his desk. His pen tapping his blotter. "She
Sinclair "My brother is so lucky to have you," Therese said. Her eyes shining with excitement. They were currently folding and arranging the children's new clothes on assigned cabinets. Louise and Ingrid, Nicholas's youngest sister, were in the kitchen, helping the maids prepare lunch for at least fifty residents. Sinclair was enamored of the place. Complete with amenities, a schoolroom, nurses, and doctors, the children were wont for anything. They heard squealing and giggling at the playground and they both smiled. "I'm the lucky one." Sin answered. Her cheeks tinted with a blush. "Yes, you are." She teased. "But seriously, I have never seen my brother so happy. He had been so restless since his final deployment. He had to resign his commission when we found out dad had terminal cancer. For some reason, his friends followed him home. Thick as thieves as ever." Her voice was wist
Nicholas Dressed as they were, no one would mistake them other than what they represented. Two outside, sprawled on the dirt, hair a mess, shirts, and pants had seen better days, caps lowered on their faces, people's lips curled in disgust from the smell, making a beeline to avoid being close from their drunken form. Not one noticed their sharp gazes, one bright blue, the other forest green, observing, taking notes of the comings and goings of the shady bar's patrons. The place where he was supposed to meet an informant was not the usual drinking establishment he frequented. Here, the unsavory converged with the corrupt. The women prowling, mostly sex workers infected with STDs. Some would try to sell their children with just a packet of cocaine. The buyers were the targets for the night. The club wanted to know wh
Sinclair Monday was quite a challenge. She had two major classes she needed to attend physically at the campus. Advance Trigonometry and Calculus. Both had Paul on them. She dreaded the confrontation. She was flanked by her bodyguards but they wouldn't be able to follow her inside the lecture theater. Plus Nicholas's absence had affected her. She missed him a lot, had tossed and turned on their bed for two nights, exhausting her body and brain from thinking of him. "It's alright, Rick," she addressed the head of security trailing her. Most students gave her a wide berth. Gossip whispers, like the wind on leaves, fluttered around her when she passed by. Soft brown eyes trained on the ground, she ignored them all. She didn't give a fuck anymore. This was her life and she was loving it. "We will be right outside if you need us." He assured her, however, one of the men swept the room before she entered
Nicholas A night to remember. Of the bad kind. He had been fucking complacent. He should have known better. Because of his stupidity, he had to watch the nurse while she cleaned Sinclair's deep scratches. His jaw ticking. Whoever targeted them was an amateur. Thank god or this would have been a different story. The thought of losing Sinclair...He began to pace, coiled, he felt like prowling the city until he found the enemy. Only the immediate need of protecting the love of his life made him pause. He needed to get her home, tucked her into their bed before he could do all those things. The club had been roused from their sleep, to do what they do best. Investigating, scouting the perimeter for him. An attack on the viscount and his lady was an attack on them all. "I have to clean your wounds, Redington." Huntley entered the private area in his doctor's white coat. Since Nicholas had a
Mature Content 18+Sinclair"Nicholas," she murmured, her voice raspy. Sinclair had felt him join her in bed around five in the morning. Without saying anything, she rolled to his side, welcoming him, promptly falling back to sleep clinging to his hard body. "Where are we going?""I have prepared a bath for us, sweet." He answered while he carried her to a marbled tub filled with bubbles and rose petals. Sinking in the warm water with her in his arms, she sighed. The tension and worry from yesterday slipping away."This is a good way to wake up," her face nuzzling his hard naked chest, letting him tend to her. He washed her body slowly. Almost reverently. She tried to reciprocate but he only pulled her astride of him, her thighs around his hips.After a moment, she gazed up at him. He kissed her in response."I want to spend th
NicholasThe private balcony, where they had an intimate lunch a few days ago was filled with fresh bouquets, filling the air with their heavenly floral scent. Every corner was laden with gifts in various shapes and sizes. A table was set in the middle arranged to his specification. Elegant cutlery set on display, crystal glasses glittering, champagne on an ice bucket, and luxury plates covered in silver domes.Nicholas mentally approved hearing his fiancee's gasped from his surprise. Her new title gave him satisfaction.Sinclair, covered in a white satin robe, cradled in his arms, giggled at his possessiveness. She sweetly asked him to put her down. He did. Reluctantly. He observed her like a hawk. Ready to assist her at the slightest limp in her steps.She must still be feeling him deep inside her since her legs were walking a bit wobbly. He smirked. He didn't mean to make love to her again after
SinclairDescending the grand staircase leading to the ballroom, she clasped his arm tighter. Afraid she'd stumble or worst, fall. His whole family was waiting for them with a smile. Let alone the society, eyeing her like starving piranhas. Ready to annihilate her with the slightest mishap."You are doing great, sweet." He muttered, scanning the crowd looking for possible threats while patting her hand in comfort. His grip was strong, a reassurance he got her. She sighed in relief when they alighted the last flight of stairs.Heading straight to the group where a formidable petite woman was leading, Nicholas bowed respectfully. "Mother." He murmured. "Therese. Ingrid." His sisters curtsied with wide smiles. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, turning, he shook hands with his brothers-in-law. Pleasantries aside, he gestured to her. "I would like to present my fiancee, Sinclair Yuan." He introduced her with a flouri
Sinclair "I am going to pretend I didn't hear that," her voice was soft yet there was an edge to it. His body tensed, surprised by her ambush. Slowly, he turned to gaze at his wife. Not expecting her behind him while he talked to their head of security. One hand on her hip, she was tapping her foot on the carpeted flooring. Her gaze threw daggers at him. If looks could maim... Rick, the head to her detail, coughed to hide his chuckle. Having witnessed this scene numerous times, he was not surprised anymore that his bad-ass employer was afraid of his petite wife. The only one who could make him quake in his boots. "Do." Viscount Redington uttered and dismissed him. She arched her brow. Amused at his defensive reaction, she reigned it in. Consternation filled his handsome features. She kept her expression bland though. It was always good to keep him on his toes. Or on his knees. "Sweetheart," he pushed closer to her until he could wrap her ample waist with one arm, while the other
NicholasTwo Months LaterBringing his Viscountess to the club was a first.The written rule of no ladies allowed inside the premises was about to be broken. But he knew his peers wouldn't mind. She was an official member of the prestigious club after all.Her hand on his warm grasp, he glanced down at her radiant face. Her enthusiasm was also contagious, soft brown eyes assessing, looking around her, ultimately nodding in approval. The Viscount smirked.Walking to the front steps, he was about to knock when Hennessey opened the heavy double doors for them with a flourish every self-respecting butler had been strictly trained to do upon receiving an important guest in his household. "My lord. Lady Redington." He bowed deeply. "A pleasure to have you here.""Thank you." She beamed. Her smile was a work of art.It gave the man paused. Then he cleared his throat. "This way, please." Gesturing to the long h
Nicholas Two Days Later "Where the hell are we going, Huntley?" Remington asked impatiently. "Why couldn't I drive the Audi?" His foul mood also derived from the fact of being awakened at the crack of dawn by his butler, only to find out Sinclair was kidnapped by his mother and his sisters. Huntley was looking down at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. Knowing Redington, who was about to scramble out of the mammoth bed to go after his fiancee, the baron immediately handed him two sealed envelopes. One from his mama. The other one from Sinclair. His sweetheart explained she had to go with the Dowager Viscountess to meet the tenants at Redington's Place, the family estate. Which was odd. His frown continued to grow while reading the letter. As the current lord and landowner, he should be the one accompanying her instead o
SinclairThe way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Or maybe a few inches lower.She tried to hide her smirk. Her plan was working. Cooking her favorite dish, now Nicholas's favorite, too, was part of it.She was craving pot roast tonight. And him. It has been way too long since they were intimate.While Nicholas was changing for dinner, she called the dowager. Affirming their agenda was to be executed two days hence. Mama happily agreed.Sinclair had faith that her sisters-in-law and Lady Louise were rallying behind her and finalizing everything.Viscount Redington was in for the biggest surprise of his life.There had been some sexual tension during the drive home but he still would not act on it. He was treating her like delicate china. Frustrating her to no end.She was determined to end their abstinence this evening.
SinclairShock coursed through her.She had been kidnapped, tortured, and sexually assaulted more than a month ago. She thought she had experienced the worst nightmare at that time but she was wrong. The panic coursing in her body right that moment was incomparable.Running from Nicholas was futile but what could she do? He left her no choice.Sobbing hysterically, she locked herself in the women's lavatory, oblivious to anything. She kept crying. Pouring all of her emotions out. It had lasted a while. She didn't care. Knowing she needed this or she would combust with anger.Her sobs turned to hiccups eventually. She was sprawled on the floor. The back of her head hit the tiled wall for support. Drained. Her energy depleted.Trying to think sensibly was a chore. But she had to. The growing life inside took precedence over her anger towards its father.Nicholas was only giving her a re
NicholasWhen it comes to Sinclair's safety, he had no scruples in ensuring his goals were met. He would kill for her. Again and again. Without question.Sylvia did not make it to the asylum. She was assassinated during the transport. Her body was discarded somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.Another possible dark cloud on the horizon vanquished for good. One more to go.A more urgent matter needing his attention had to be dealt with the soonest time possible. He was aware he could no longer put the situation off. The time was right.His fiancee was spending the day with his mother, his sisters, and Lady Louise which gave him a semblance of relief.Nicholas was reluctant to let her out of his sight yet he must. Still, it took Sinclair pushing him out of their bedroom before he relented. They needed a girl's day out, she told him sternly. He grud
NicholasTen more days at the hospital, Sinclair was improving. She no longer slept on her belly, though she found it more comfortable sleeping on top of him. He didn't mind. He was used to it. Preferring to be as close to her as possible.Their tenth day looked promising, she woke up with a faint smile, her soft brown orbs no longer registered discomfort. He felt her staring at him intently, his whole body became alive. Keeping his eyes close to savor the moment, he murmured. "Good morning, sweetheart." Deep voice was gravelly from sleep.After a moment, he heard a faint answer. "Good morning, Nick." There was still a purplish bruise on her jaw, reminding him of her state. She hasn't fully healed yet."How are you feeling?" Her smile faltered. Then she signed slowly.-It's too loud. She complained. Referring to the hearing aide attached to her right ear.
NicholasViscount Redington was back at Sinclair's side by late afternoon. He made sure to bring enough clothes for him and his girl, never wanting to leave her side until she was healed.Mrs. Dee came with him to visit and brought some of Sin's favorite baked goodies. By the time he arrived, the room was filled with vases of fresh roses, stuffed and cuddly plush animals, confections, and get-well-soon gifts. The woman resting in his arms would appreciate all his family and friends had done for her. A kind and gentle soul who didn't deserve such a cold-hearted mother.No matter, Rebecca, the dowager, was more than happy to fill that void.His dark gaze mapped every inch of the delicate beauty visible to him, wishing he could take away her pain. Despite the number of painkillers injected into her, she still winced in her sleep, twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortable spot to lessen her ach
NicholasThe sound of whirlingrotors from the combat helicopters stirred the Thames the balmy air, approaching the docks of St. Katharina, the blades' reduced sounds creating a vortex wind, disturbing objects and dust on its path, they easily found The Green Meadows, its flag dancing on the wind. Landing stealthily, assault rifles ready, in practiced formation, crouched low, they advanced towards their target.A container ship, with a least ten aluminum 20' x 8' TEU, painted in dark blue. Sinclair was in one of those boxes. Possibly being tortured. His jaw clenched."Redington," He heard Lucien through their comms. The Earl had a birds-eye view of the ship, out of sight, his sniper rifle pointed to the vessel. "Concentrate. I count five armed men on the forecastle." After a few seconds, bodies began to fall on the ground and frigid waters. "Clear."Cerdic gave a signal and they b