Sinner stands, grinning. “Give a warm welcome to our newest initiate, boys, because Harlow is joining the ranks.”
CHAPTER 34
“WHAT?” I STUTTER.“Women can’t be members.” I cast a glance at the guys, and shock is evident on all three of their faces.
“They can now.” Sinner starts removing the bindings from my arms. “We took a vote recently, and we’ve decided, in certain circumstances, to allow some women to join The Sainthood.”
“Why would you agree to that?” Theo asks, risking his ire by speaking up.
“Because we’re coming under a lot of heat from the authorities. Our contacts on the inside can only help so much. Initiating women into the membership means we will have a new layer of members to support us. Cops won’t suspect the women.”
“You want women to do your dirty work for you,” I say, as he frees my arms.
Bending down, he unties the rope at my feet. “Exactly.” He yanks me up off the chair. “And in your case, your obvious skill set could be an asset.”
“I won’t do it.” I cross my arms.
“You will.”
“No, I fucking won’t.” I stand my ground.
He grabs my face, digging his nails into my cheek. “I will beat that stubborn streak out of you.”
“You can try,” I retort.
His eyes darken as his lips curve up at the corners.
“You won’t kill my mother,” I blurt, knowing this will be his new threat. No one fights this hard to win back their childhood sweetheart to turn around and shoot her dead.
I wrestle against his hold as he drags me toward the table.
He cranks out a laugh. “I would put a bullet in Giana’s skull in a flash,” he admits, proving there is a fine line between love and hate. “But that won’t keep you in line.” He lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder and slapping my ass. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Saint seething. “So, I’ll keep her alive,” Sinner continues, as I wriggle and pummel my fists on his back. He slaps my ass even harder, and I bite down on my lip.
“For every act of disobedience, I will take it out on your mother.” He slams my butt down on the table, and his fingers move to the zipper on my hoodie. I try to swat his hands away, and he lashes out, slapping me in the face again. “I will beat her. Cut her. Drug her. Fuck her till she bleeds from every orifice. Pimp her out.”
It’s not the first time he’s threatened to use Mom to keep me in line.
He strips my hoodie off me, eyeing the Kevlar vest and my weapons belt with an amused smile. It’s one I’ve seen on Saint countless times, and I hate they have that in common, because every time Saint looks at me like that, all I see is his murdering bastard of a father.
“So what?” I say. “It’s no secret I hate her now.”
He grabs my neck in his meaty palm, yanking my head back. “So callous. So ungrateful.” He sneers, and it’s not hard to see how much he loves gaining the upper hand.
Not for long asshole.
I don’t know how, but I’m going to make him pay.
I regret not taking him out on the field. I should’ve riddled the monster with bullets and taken my chances.
“The only reason she’s with me is a feeble attempt to protect you.”
“What?” I splutter. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” He smirks, removing the Kevlar vest and the gun belt and forcing me to lie down on my stomach.
My brain churns a hundred miles an hour as I try to make sense of this.
