All Chapters of Sin: Ninety Days With The Sorvino Don: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

***SUMMER'S POV*** I knew something was wrong but what I didn't know was what. And the fucking fact that I couldn't trust my gut enough to see what is happening is what is slowly killing me. One week. Fucking Sinclair has been avoiding me for a week. I don't blame him, I get bored sometimes too, but I've never felt so lonely now than when I was with my best friends. Again, I wake up to an empty bed, Sinclair is out there building his empire in Seattle and I am left with a broken heart and a needy pussy. Since our last encounter, Sin has been distant, and so has the number of hours he spends out there. Things got better between him and Matteo and even though I barely see the fucker, he has enough wits to stay away from me. Taking a quick shower, I make it to the kitchen and sit over a bowl of cereals, munching greedily. I feel Matteo before I see him. When our eyes meet, I stand, wanting to escape. He blocks me, his hands in the air with a pure smile creepin

***SIN'S POV***I know I'm going to kill someone tonight, but I just need to know who is going to be that bastard that goes down. First, I need to make sure Summer is doing alright. "You had alcohol," I say because that was the damn truth. Summer opens her mouth to speak but she lowers her head into the pot and keeps emptying the contents of her stomach. My face is a twisted knot and I relax a little, trying my damnest best to be calm for Summer. "Shhh! Breathe through your nostrils, Summer, you are doing well," I encourage her. Slowly, she finishes puking and I flush it away. She stands and she reeks of alcohol. With her crossed expression, I know she is drunk. "How many fucking drinks did you have?" I ask as I lead her toward the sink. When I open it, she squeals in excitement. "Water. Look, Mr. Sin, so much water," she mouths out splashing the liquid on me. "Stop doing that," I say firmly. "Why? This is so funny," she murmurs. "No, it's not," I say.

***MATTEO'S POV***I'm a fucking idiot. I was so close with Mich tonight and we would have almost gotten caught if not for the shadows that hide our faces so well. When I spotted Sinclair, I asked Michelle to hurry inside while I distracted her brother and that was exactly what I had done. It is a good thing Sin had spotted her out. Heading up the stairs, I make it to her room but she isn't there. I wonder where she might be and on my way through the kitchen, I spot Michelle eating laughing with the same guy from that morning. His hands were up her spine and he looked happy, gently playing with her soft skin. My vision became dark as I stride towards them before throwing a punch on his face. Mich screams as she looks around, noticing me. "Oh My God! Let him go, Matt," she shouts. I block her out of my mind as I continue punching the lad. "I asked you to stay off my woman didn't I?" I bark out twisting the form of his shirt as he cries out. "I am sorry, we were

***SUMMER'S POV***I don't know what to think about right now. I could possibly think of a lot of things but my brain has refused to think. It is frozen and as much as I want to get away with that, I just fucking can't. I wait until Sinclair has gone to work before making it to the living room. "Summer?" I hear Michelle call out behind me. "Yes, Mich?" I reply sweetly. "Oh, girl, I was looking forward to have a word with you. I know what you saw..." she says, trailing down her words. "Shhh! I don't need an explanation from you, Mich. You don't owe me one," I tell. Her eyes are like flat saucers as she glares at me, shock still evident in her face. "But..." I lift my hand in the air, stopping her. "I don't want to hear it, unless you are going to spill out some of that tea," I blurt out. Laughing out in excitement, she nods her head a couple of times, wrapping her arms around mine and pulling me away. "Can we go to the garden? Poppy will bring drinks out for us

My brain begins to go into mission mode, and I am already trying to formulate how I can get the information that I need. I know that it might seem ridiculous, but I have to find out if it is her and how I can talk to her. I have to know that she’s okay, because the woman I saw running to her car was a scared little kitten. That thought alone brings up the protectiveness in me. The military man in me who swore to protect. What kind of asshole can make a woman be so frightened of everything? That shit does not fly with me. You don’t ever make someone that frightened. Ever! If that was Addy and someone hurt her, hell would rain down on them. Turning on my heels, I head back to the building to see if I can gather some intel on who the woman is and if it really was my Addy. AddisonSEVEN WEEKS, FOUR DAYS, nineteen hours. That’s how long I have been free from my own personal hell. That’s how long it took for someone to recognize me, and that someone just had to be Liam Buchanan. Of all th