The Sin Trilogy Bundle: A Necessary Sin, the Next Sin, One Last Sin

by Georgia Cates

  “You’re used to pushing yourself but your body is changing. You’re going to need to learn how to rest. Promise me you’ll lie down if you get tired.”

  He’ll get no argument from me. “Promise.”

  “Are you going to call Ellison the second I’m out the door?”

  He knows me well. “Of course.”

  “Then I’ll be on my way. Tell her I said hello.”

  As predicted, the door barely hits his ass before I’m on my phone making the call that will cause my sister to flip the fuck out. Then I may lose it because she’s going to insist on being here for all of it. That’s going to present a problem.

  “Tell Aunt Elli how photogenic her beautiful little niece was today while having her picture taken.”

  Yeah. My sister makes no bones about it. She wants a girl to spoil.

  “I don’t know, Aunt Elli. I couldn’t tell much. All I could see was two little dots. But they were both pretty adorable to me.”

  “Oh, Bleu!” she squeals. “Twins?”

  “It is.”

  “You must be so excited.”

  The idea is beginning to soak in a little. “Yeah. We’re happy to be getting two since we weren’t sure we’d even be able to get one.”

  “You’re going to need a lot of help with two babies.”

  I know where she’s going with this. “Sin is going to be a wonderful father. I have no doubt he’ll help me as much as possible. Isobel will be a huge help too so you shouldn’t worry about us. And Sin says I can have a nanny if I want one. I won’t be alone.”

  “I want to be there to help you.”

  There’s nothing I want more. “I know. I wish you could be here too.”

  “I’m going to find a way to be there with you.”

  She isn’t going to let this go. “Ellison. You have a life and it’s not in Scotland. I don’t expect you to drop everything to come here.”

  “Dad’s gone. You left. I’m alone.”

  Damn. How do I handle this? I can’t act as though I don’t want her here. That will send up a flaming red flag. “It would be wonderful to have you with me when the babies come.”

  “I’m going to be there.”

  “I’m very early along. We have plenty of time to talk it over and work something out.” And figure out a way to keep her away.

  * * *

  My phone wakes me from my nap. It’s Debra. She doesn’t call unless she has news so I definitely want to take this call.

  “What do you have for me?”

  “Cameron Ewart came through for us.”

  I bolt up. “Holy shit! Verbal confirmation or photograph?”

  “Both.” There’s a second-long hesitation before she continues and my heart pounds out of my chest. This could be it. “Abram Breckenridge doesn’t have the scar you’re looking for.”

  I’m flooded with an emotion I can’t label.

  “This is good. We get to mark another suspect off the list.”

  She’s right. Each suspect we eliminate brings us one step closer to finding the real killer.

  “Absolutely. Let’s schedule a follow-up meeting soon.”

  I end my call with Debra and note the time. Shit. It’s after three. I’ve been asleep for three hours. I sit on the edge of the couch giving myself a minute before getting up. Changing positions too quickly makes me dizzy.

  I have four hours until my in-laws arrive for dinner. That means I have to get my ass into gear if I’m going to make it to the market and back in time to prepare dinner.

  I do everyone at the market a favor and freshen up. Before leaving, I go to the kitchen to take inventory. I type into the grocery list app on my phone, grab my purse, and head for the front door. I open it, surprised to find three unfamiliar faces staring back at me.

  “Hello, Mrs. Sinclair Breckenridge. I’m Broden. Mr. Grieve sent me.”

  Oh fuck. Torrence Grieve is leader of The Order.

  I unsuccessfully attempt to slam the door. The three men push their way into our flat. I back away and make an attempt to run to the bedroom. There’s a gun in the top drawer of both nightstands. His and hers.

  I’m grabbed by my hair and yanked backward. One of the men roughly pushes me to the couch. The man who calls himself Broden gets in my face. “Mr. Grieve is extraordinarily upset with your husband for more than one reason.”

  Sin killed Grieve’s son and led the raid that took The Order’s explosives. They’ve not yet retaliated for either. Until now.

  Broden sits on my cocktail table and leans forward so we’re face to face. His breath is nasty. “You’re going to pass along a little message from us.” He takes a knife from his coat pocket and slashes my palm. “In your own blood.”

  He puts his hand around mine, forming a cup. “Like this, dear. You’re going to dip your finger into the blood pooling in your hand. Using it, you’ll write the message I’m going to dictate on the wall. Are you ready?”

  I nod. I have no choice but to cooperate. “Yes.”

  “Good. This is what you’ll write. ‘You took something special from them and now they’re taking something special from you. Me.’ Then sign your name.”

  Oh God. They’re planning to take me.

  “Do it. Now!” he yells.

  I dip my index finger into the blood in the palm of my hand and begin writing on the wall.

  “When Sinclair married outside The Fellowship, I knew it was for love. That’s good for me. Do you know why, Mrs. Breckenridge?”

  In this kind of life, it’s a general belief that love leaves you vulnerable. It’s the reason leaders tend to avoid it.

  I know it’s what he’s thinking but I won’t admit it. “I don’t.”

  “Love makes you weak. And desperate.”

  Not true. Love makes a person stronger. “I don’t agree with that.”

  “You will when I’m done with you—and your husband will as well. The things I’m going to do to you will bring him to his knees. He won’t be able to look at you without thinking of me when we’re finished.”

  I can’t let them take me from the flat. If they move me to a second location, I’m as good as dead.

  Sin has guns hidden all over the house. The closest is in the drawer of the end table. I have to get to it. My life, and the lives of our babies, depend on it.

  I finish smearing the first half of the message on the wall before making a dash for the gun. I yank the drawer and find it empty.

  “Really, Mrs. Breckenridge? Do you think we wouldn’t do a sweep of your flat and clear it of your husband’s weapons?”

  I pull the drawer free and swing it around, clipping the closest man in the face. I make a dash for the front door. I open it and scream at the top of my lungs as I run out. “Fire! Fire! Fire!”

  Screaming “fire” tends to gain the attention and assistance of people faster than yelling for help. But it gains no one’s attention. It’s three o’clock so everyone is still at work.

  I’m shoved back into our flat and held by one of the men while Broden punches my face. I’m instantly dazed and fall backward onto the couch. “Get up and finish writing the message on the wall for your husband. Now!”

  My eye socket stings and tingles. I trained in Muay enough to know the sensation is a sure sign it’s well on its way to swelling. He hit me hard. I’m guessing it’ll swell shut.

  I write slowly as I consider my next move. I don’t have much of a choice now. I’m afraid and outnumbered by fists and firearms.

  Reality is beginning to sink in. I’m going to be forced to go with them. And there’s nothing I can do. I’m pregnant. I can’t take the same chances I would have six weeks ago. I have to consider the safety of the babies.

  “Very nice job, Mrs. Breckenridge.”

  Broden takes my bloody palm and presses it to the wall before dragging it downward, leaving a large red smear in its path. I grit my teeth to fight the scream threatening to escape. It would bring them too much pleasure.

  “Now
you’re going to walk out that door with us and get into the car without a sound. One peep out of you and he puts a bullet in your head. Do you understand?”

  I nod. “Yes.”

  “I’m glad.” He reaches out and strokes the back of his fingers down my cheek. “You’re much too beautiful for that.”

  I shrink away from his touch. He grabs my chin and holds my face so I’m forced to look at him. “If I want to touch you, I will do so and you won’t object. Don’t forget it.”

  He leans forward and kisses my mouth hard. I press my lips together to keep his tongue out of my mouth. I’m successful but I still want to vomit.

  He releases me and stares into my eyes. “There’ll be more of that later but it’s time to go now, dear.”

  I’m led to a black sedan and forced into the back seat between Broden and the tall man while the short one drives. “Where are you taking me?”

  “You want me to ruin the surprise by telling you?” He pats the top of my knee while laughing. “We can’t have that.”

  I study the streets, trying to memorize our route but I become confused once we’re no longer within the city. I’m in a place I don’t know. The worst thing I can do at this point is panic. Yet it’s all I feel like doing.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sinclair Breckenridge

  I ignored the legal matters in need of my attention so I could make Bleu’s appointment at the clinic. Being with her was worth every bit of catch-up I’ve had to deal with this evening, even if it’s causing me to run late for dinner. I’m certain my wife will forgive me. I have ways of convincing her.

  I expect to find Bleu and my parents sitting around the table waiting for me but that’s not what I discover.

  My father’s car is in front of my flat, exhaust billowing in the cold. That’s not right. Something is going on.

  My parents step out of their car the same time as I do. “Why haven’t you gone into the house?”

  “Bleu didn’t come tae the door when we rang. Maybe she had tae run back tae the market for something,” my mother says.

  I don’t think she would’ve left so close to dinnertime without telling one of us. She wouldn’t have wanted my parents to arrive to an empty house.

  She often listens to music while she cooks. I’m guessing that’s the case tonight. “She’s probably wearing earbuds. Did you try the door?”

  “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going into the home of a special agent and risk startling her.”

  He’s right. No one should sneak in on Bleu Breckenridge unless they’re looking to get throat punched.

  The door is unlocked. It shouldn’t be. Bleu knows better than that.

  I’m instantly annoyed.

  I enter the foyer and drop my briefcase onto the floor. I thumb through the mail lying on the table. “Bonny, you left the front door unlocked. You know you shouldn’t do that.” I look at my parents. “Damn woman thinks she’s invincible.”

  Still no answer.

  She left the door unlocked and can’t hear me calling out for her. That’s an unsafe mix. I’m irritated she’s been so careless. She knows we’re awaiting retaliation from The Order.

  “She refuses to have guards in the house so I had the best security system known to man installed. What does she do? She forgets to turn it on when I leave.”

  I stalk toward the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks when I see the bloody message smeared on the living room wall.

  “You took something special from them and now they’re taking something special from you. Me.

  Bleu”

  My mum gasps. “Dear God. Is that written in blood?”

  “I highly doubt they used their own.” Using my wife’s blood is a message within a message. They’re telling me they won’t hesitate to hurt my wife. Or kill her.

  My mum turns away. “Sadistic animals. That’s what they are.”

  The drawer from the end table is broken into pieces on the floor. Anyone can clearly recognize the signs of a struggle. I’m certain she was going for the gun and one of two things happened. She didn’t make it in time or they’d already been in the flat and cleared it of weapons.

  My lass fought back. No surprise there, but I’m certain there were too many for her to take on.

  I know in my heart that Bleu’s been taken by The Order but I still dash through the flat calling out her name. I come to a standstill in our bedroom when I don’t find her. It’s almost a relief. I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t discover her raped and/or murdered.

  My father puts his hand on my shoulder. “She’s not here, son.”

  Rage swells within me, seething to the surface. “If they’ve harmed her, they’ll die a slow, painful death. Each and every one of them. I swear this.”

  I’m possessed. I don’t have a shred of control as I tear through our bedroom destroying anything within my reach.

  “Sinclair!” I’m not sure how many times my father yells my name before I finally hear him. “Stop, son. Tearing your house apart isn’t going to bring your wife back.”

  He doesn’t understand. “Mum has never been taken from you. And if she had been, you wouldn’t have felt what’s in my heart right now.”

  My distress isn’t just for Bleu. “We were having you over tonight to tell you that Bleu is having twins. That makes her pregnancy high risk so stress won’t be good for her or the babies.”

  There’s no time for happiness or celebration.

  “I don’t want tae consider what they might do tae her if they know she’s carrying the future leaders of The Fellowship. We can’t waste a single minute. We have tae get her back as soon as possible—before something happens tae my grandchildren,” my mum says.

  Dad nods in agreement. “We’ll get her back but we have to be smart about it.”

  He’s right. “Debra has been keeping tabs on The Order. We need her here now.”

  I’m impressed with how fast my freelance detective arrives when beckoned.

  “This is what I know.” Debra takes out a map of Edinburgh and its surrounding suburbs. She points to an area near the water in Portobello. “They’ve recently acquired a warehouse in this area. For what, I’m not yet certain, but common sense would tell us they’re importing or exporting something. I think this should be the first place we look. It’s new. They’ll assume you don’t know about it so it’s a good location to hide Bleu.”

  “What will we do if she’s not there?”

  She points to an area in the Cockenzie area. “There’s another warehouse here. It would be second on my list.”

  We were just there. “We invaded that location a few weeks ago and took a large supply of explosives.”

  “Let’s hope this is about getting their explosives back. A trade. Her for what they want.”

  Of course. Nothing is more precious to me than my wife and children. “Those bastards have me over a barrel. I’ll give them anything they want to get Bleu back safely.”

  “Good. We’ll need to act quickly in case they get antsy and harm her.”

  Members of The Order are notorious for raping and torturing women of rival organizations. It’s a tradition they’ve been doing for decades.

  I can’t think about what they might do to her or I’ll be useless. I have to believe she’s safe and unharmed.

  “I’d like to go in. Alone. Feel out the location before they make us. They don’t know me so I could fly under the radar. I can pose as a homeless woman looking for a warm bed for the night.”

  Her plan is a good one. “How long will it take you to get into character?”

  “Not long.”

  “Then let’s go get my family.”

  * * *

  I’m back at the warehouse we invaded weeks ago, where we found the explosives and I lost three of my best men. I had no intention of entering this place again. Yet here I am, back in the hands of my enemy.

  I’m going in alone. I’m the one who killed Grieve’s son. They targeted me when they took my wi
fe so it’ll be me they’re expecting.

  I open the door and see no one within. “Bleu?”

  My voice echoes without any reply.

  “Grieve?” I call his name, already knowing he isn’t here.

  I walk the industrial-style metal building, taking a look around. I see no one but I find another message written in blood on the wall.

  Return what you took to this place by 2200 and I might survive the night.

  Bleu

  God, I can’t believe they made her write that. She must be terrified but knowing Bleu, she’s probably pissed as well at this point. She isn’t going to like that she wasn’t able to stop them from taking her. I hope she doesn’t try anything irrational before I’m able to get her back.

  I look at my watch and note the time. I have ninety-five minutes to transfer potentially unstable explosives across town. They’ve not given me much time but I figure that’s with a purpose. It’s a ploy to make me afraid for my wife. It’s working.

  I dash out of the building toward the car where Sterling waits. “They want the explosives by ten. We have to hurry.”

  I arrive at the secret site where the explosives are being stored. The two men who drove the truck the night we stole it are here to assist with the return.

  “Evening, boss,” they say in unison.

  I give them a nod. “The explosives are loaded and ready for transport?”

  “Aye, just as you ordered,” one answers.

  Perfect. “We’re returning everything to the same warehouse we took them from.”

  “Boss, you should probably know that we were given orders by Abram. He says nothing should be moved without his permission.”

  I’m immediately enraged. My uncle is no longer a leader. He has no right to give orders to my men. This is his way of taking advantage of his prior role. Further, he has no regard for my wife’s safety. He’d prefer seeing her dead than return the explosives to The Order. That means he’d choose death for my children.

  Perhaps Bleu isn’t so far off target with her suspicion.