All Chapters of A Sinners Gamble : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Daisy"Nino," I whisper. My voice feels heavy with what I want to ask because if he says no, then I'm expected to be that wife who stays at home.If he says no then I'm expected to cater to him and everyone here instead of living to do what I want to do.I don't want to be that wife. I don't want to feel closed in a mansion house with people I barely know doing things I don't want to do which is being able to help other people and enjoy my time without being surrounded by all of this."Yeah, princess?""I want to ask you something. I mean, I want to do something, but I want to ask you for that permission first." I get out, stumble out, or whatever you'd call it."Go on?""There's a job opening at the library in central town. I, I know it's a lot but I want to apply for it"I don't know why I feel like I have to ask for permission, but I do. I do it because I don't want to be that wife who goes behind her husband's back if he feels I shouldn't do it, and I guess it's more for common co

Daisy"People who betray me and go behind my back, who put my family in danger and who think betrayal and theft is acceptable...what happens is, they die."I'm still holding Antonio's gun when he turns to me and gives me that one look. Questioning if I want to ask him anything else or not.I step forward and place my hand on his, edging for him to step back and let me finish what I started. He listens to what I'm saying hopefully getting that I need this but he doesn't go very far. His hands stay gripped on my waist."Was I ever good enough for you?" That is all I ask. He's turning pale. I guess that's what happens when you shoot someone and they lose plenty of blood.I remember Antonio telling me once that it's therapeutic. Listening to the sounds and grunts of something like this happening to someone I didn't believe him. Not because I thought he was lying as such but I genuinely thought that listening to someone's screams of pain was the worst.But he was right.He's always right.

DaisyI was always scared of the dark growing up.I got used to keeping some form of light on even when we ran out of electricity I kept a torch in my bedroom just so I had some form of light but as I got older I began to work through it and managed to keep myself from getting scared.I guess moving abroad and having a roommate who didn't exactly know much about me at the time made it a bigger step but some nights I'd wake up in sweats from dreams about my father being here. I'd often find C.J. at the foot of my bed and it would terrify me because she wouldn't say anything until she knew I was awake."I have nightmares" was all I said to her and from there on out it became our secret. She never brought it up again and I was glad because every so often I would wake up crying or sweating and needing to have some form of distraction.On other nights I would climb into her bed with her and she would tell me to shut up and go to sleep. She never made me feel like my troubles were an issue

Daisy (Katie)"Have we got everything sorted?" C.J. asks me as we finish packing my hospital bag.A few weeks before the shooting, I spoke with C.J. and we agreed that if anything ever happened to me but I survived we would move. We would protect our lives and we would move no matter how hard it would be.I would still raise mine and Antonio's baby and I would be a great mom to our little girl or boy but every turn we took we were looking over our shoulders so my light brown hair is now jet black. C.J. who changed her name to Naomi had also changed her blonde hair colour to Brown and also started wearing darker clothing as a disguise but everywhere we planned to go went to shit."That's everything," I say and zip up my hospital bag.Thankfully Antonio gave her my bank cards and everything beforehand to draw money out if she needed and she did. There was a little over 190 thousand dollars in my bank and then the money max transferred to her which I found weird but then I also found out

Antonio"Hello there handsome"I don't even look at the sultry, yet screechy voice that sat right next to me.In the last year and a bit, I haven't so much as touched another woman let alone stare after one.My living room in our wing has photos of my wife. It's become a small shrine for her.Some photos of her and her best friend, (I'm sure that they are more for my brother's sake on that one) it consists of some items of hers that I could never get rid of.I'm brought back to the moment when the woman snakes her fingers over my biceps which catches my attention."What?" I snap. I don't intend to but obviously, she doesn't see my wedding band on my finger or she's just a pure bitch with "Marry me money" on her forehead."Wondering if you're up for a good time tonight? I'm in town and it could be a lot of fun" she says touching my arm and running her long, blood-red nails down to where my belt is."I'm married," I say out of habit. Even when good-looking women try to seduce me, I'm ne