Sin (The Stone Society Book 8)

by Faith Gibson

  “Yeah.” Finley stood and headed toward the door. With his hand on the knob, Fin turned and said, “Thank you, Brother.” Sin didn’t miss the tears in his friend’s eyes, and that caught Sinclair in the chest. It had been an emotional few days for everyone. After tonight, they could all get back to their lives as they knew them.

  Landon had proven to be more than competent when it came to securing the Clan’s systems, but Julian was used to being the one all the Brothers contacted when they had a problem. It was hard turning over the controls to someone else, but at the same time, it was freeing. It was his responsibility to keep the Clan safe, but it was also his responsibility to protect his mate. Julian now knew where the Feds were keeping Katherine. He couldn’t concentrate on the hacker problem and come up with a viable plan to rescue his mate at the same time.

  The longer they went without a hacker getting through the system Landon had put in place, the more frustrated Julian became. Either the one who’d caused all their troubles recently had disappeared, or he wasn’t interested in messing with them any longer. Several had come close to getting through the maze Landon had constructed, but none had made it through the last task. Julian should be grateful, but he wanted to know who had been the bane of his existence the last year. More than that, he wanted to know if the same person was responsible for Katherine being in prison. Julian vowed to find out who was responsible and make them pay.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Sin got Rocky settled in the living room where she could get to the kitchen and the bathroom with ease. Had they been alone, he would have taken her to their bedroom. But Sin had things to take care of, and until he returned later, she would have to remain downstairs. If she got tired, she could sleep in the bedroom he normally slept in before he met her. He had never entertained another woman there, either, and he made sure Rocky knew it. That was the last time he wanted them to discuss discretions in his past, because that’s where anything that didn’t include the two of them belonged – the past.

  Ingrid had cooked a simple meal including chicken noodle soup for Rocky. By the time Vivian arrived, Rocky was nestled on the end of the sofa. Sin had propped her up on plenty of pillows, and there was a blanket folded over the arm should she need it. Sinclair didn’t have to explain the remote controls, because Finley was staying with the women while Sin took care of business. Banyan, Thane, Remy, and Gannon were stationed outside. They weren’t standing sentry. Instead, they were sitting on the patio smoking cigars and drinking whiskey. As soon as Sin left, though, all four would be on high alert until his return.

  Sin kissed Rocky and told her to have fun while he was gone. She knew without asking what he was going to do since they’d already discussed it, and his mate was okay with it. Sin hated leaving her, but taking care of Tommy and Blake was something he needed to do himself. Rett met Sinclair at the training facility where the three humans had been kept since they were picked up. They had been allowed to use the restroom when they first asked, but since they hadn’t been fed or given water, all three were becoming dehydrated and didn’t need the facilities.

  Sin had finally decided on the best course of action for Shelby. After doing some digging, Banyan had found Shelby’s family in upstate New York. Sin was putting her on an airplane. A one-way ride to the other side of the country. She was never to come back to California. Sin made it clear the woman was going to be monitored twenty-four hours a day. If she so much as thought of stepping out of line, her free pass at living would be revoked. Through tears and chattering teeth, she said she understood. Rett had seen to getting her home to pack her bag and to the airport. Now, they were left with the two males.

  While Rett dragged Tommy outside, Sinclair entered the room where Blake was being held. There was dried blood under his nose and on his bottom lip. He didn’t say a word as Sinclair sat down in front of him and opened a folder. Sin’s beast was ready to rip into the man, but he assured his shifter he would get his vengeance later. “This is a contract stating you are selling your club to me. Here is a check for double the price of what your land and building are worth.”

  “Why would you want to buy a piece of shit club for that much money?” Blake asked, licking his dry lips when he caught sight of the number of zeros.

  “Let’s just say I have my reasons.” Sin handed the paperwork and a pen over to the man who signed on the dotted line without reading the contract. He grabbed the check out of Sin’s hand and folded it up before sliding it in the back pocket of his jeans. As soon as that was taken care of, Sin stood the man up and wrenched his arms behind his back, securing his hands with a zip tie.

  “Ow, man. What the hell?”

  “We are going for a little ride.” Sin grabbed him behind the neck and shoved him toward the door. “Let’s go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you. Wait… Wait!” When Blake dug his feet in, Sin picked him up and slung him over his shoulder. He strode to the waiting SUV where Rett had already deposited Tommy in the back. Sin tossed Blake down next to his friend and slammed the door on them.

  “Are you driving, or am I?” Rett asked.

  “You can,” Sin said, climbing into the passenger seat.

  From what he’d been told, Tommy and Blake had yelled at each other for hours on end, both blaming the other for their predicament. Now, they were yelling at Sin, asking where they were being taken and back to blaming the other. It was hard for either one of them to do much damage to the other considering their hands were secured behind their backs. Sin did hear a couple of “umphs” and “ows”. Someone had gotten creative, probably figured out their knees still worked. Rett turned on the radio to the local hard rock station, and the sound of Cyanide Sweetness filled the interior. “Hey, isn’t that Sixx’s kid?” Rett asked.

  “Yes. It is pretty cool having one of our own on the radio.” Sin needed to check in and see how Sixx and his family were fairing. Maybe invite them over so Rocky could be around other mates. He started a text to Rocky but deleted it. He had to give her space even though he was craving to know she was okay. He refused to call Finley. The Goyle would think he didn’t trust him. Instead, he sat back and watched the scenery go by. Normally, Sin loved coming out to the desert. Not only could he turn his Lambo loose, but also his shifter. It was the one safe spot he could fly without fear of anyone seeing him. On nights when the moon was new, the sky was dark as pitch. Even if humans were in the vicinity, they wouldn’t be able to see him flying high above them.

  It took a while to get to the secluded part of the desert, but when they arrived, Sin and Rett got out, each grabbing a shovel from the back compartment. Tommy’s eyes grew wide. “Hey. What are you going to do with those? Hey. Hey!” His voice faded when Sin slammed the door closed. Blake’s voice added to Tommy’s, but Sin ignored them both.

  “Are you sure you want to be part of this? You are an officer of the law.”

  Rett anchored the shovel he was carrying over his shoulder. “I’m a Gargoyle first. I don’t know all the details of what these two did to your mate, but I know enough to believe they deserve what’s coming.” Rett found a spot and began shoveling dirt. Using their shifter strength and speed, they had two deep holes dug in no time. They returned to the SUV and pulled the now kicking men out of the back and dragged them to where their new homes were.

  Rett held Tommy while Sin dealt with Blake. Sin reached behind the man and pulled the check out of his back pocket. “You won’t need this,” Sin said, sliding the paper into his own pocket.

  “Hey, man. You can’t take that back. I signed the club over to you. I…” Sin slapped Blake hard across the face.

  “Shut the fuck up. If you haven’t realized it, this is the end of the line for you two. Neither one of you are fit to be called human. You drug women, take advantage of them. Treat them like trash when you’re worse than dog shit left on a sidewalk for someone to step in. You picked on the wrong girl, though. You see, Rocky is mine, and both of you raped her.”

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p; “I didn’t rape her. She begged for it, man!” Tommy yelled. Rett hit him, breaking his nose in the process. Blood ran over his lips and down his chin.

  “I will get to you in a minute,” Sin promised. He picked Blake up and shoved him down in one of the holes. With his hands tied behind his back, the man couldn’t try to dig his way out. Sin shoveled the dirt back into the hole around him leaving only his head above ground. Blake was begging Sin to pull him out, promising God or anyone who would listen he would change his ways. Tears mixed with snot as the man realized his fate. His voice faltered as it mixed with the sobs that were doing him no good. Sin turned to Tommy. “Now for you.”

  “No man, you got this all wrong. He did it. It was all Stansbury.”

  “Shut up!” Sinclair roared, his shifter voice encircling Tommy like an eerie black fog. Tommy did as commanded, and Sin closed the distance. “You raped your cousin. Not once, but numerous times. You raped a young, innocent, helpless girl. Now I am going to do the same thing to you.” Tommy tried to wiggle out of Rett’s hold, but the Goyle was too strong. Sin phased fully, letting the beast loose. Tommy cried out and did his best to shrink back from the monster in front of him. With Rett at his back, he had nowhere to go. Sin retracted his wings, but he used his claws to slash across Tommy’s chest just deep enough for blood to pool. He then shred Tommy’s jeans open, cutting a path down his thigh.

  Blake’s whimpering mixed with Tommy’s strained voice. “Please, have mercy. I’m begging you.”

  “Where was your mercy when you raped Rocky? Where was your mercy when you shoved a broom handle inside her, preventing her from ever having children? Where was your mercy when she was bleeding out in the bathtub alone?” Sin shouted as he ripped Tommy’s dick from his body. He held the bloody appendage in front of the man’s face. Before Tommy could pass out from shock, Sin did as he said he was going to and shoved Tommy’s dick down his throat. He inclined his head to Rett, and the Goyle dragged Tommy to the waiting hole next to Blake. Tommy was gagging, trying to draw in a breath. Sin had intended to hurt Tommy the same way the bastard had hurt Rocky, but he was ready to be rid of the filth he felt from being around the two of them.

  Rett covered Tommy with dirt. When he was finished, he told Tommy, “Like I told you in your basement, I’m the judge, jury, and executioner. Neither of you will ever hurt anyone again. Death is too good for either one of you, but if you’d been sent to jail, death would have come quickly. At least this way you have plenty of time to think back on your miserable lives while the vultures peck at your eyes.”

  Sin removed his shredded shirt and released his wings. Rett also took off his shirt and phased next to him. The two Goyles took to the skies, letting their beasts have free rein for a while. Sin needed to get the rage out of his system before he returned home to Rocky. Never in all his life had such deep-seated malevolence gripped Sin the way it had toward the two humans below. With each flap of his wings, he cleared his heart of the hatred. Purged the ire from his soul.

  After about an hour, Sin and Rett found their way back to the SUV. Rett grabbed the shovels and put them in the back while Sin climbed in the passenger seat. He didn’t bother looking at either human. What was done was done, and he never wanted to see their faces again.

  When Rett sat down in the driver’s seat, Sin turned to him. “Thank you.”

  “It was what they deserved. And I know if I ever need you, you’ll be there for me. You’re a great leader, Sin. Every one of us has your back. I hope you know that. And now, we have your mate’s back, too. If you ever need me, all you have to do is call.” Sin’s throat was thick, and he was afraid if he looked at Rett, the tears burning the back of his eyes would fall, so he merely nodded and turned his face away from his fellow Goyle. The Stone Society was filled with Gargoyles who were loyal to the death, but hearing one express their loyalty didn’t happen often. It was an unspoken vow between them.

  Rett dropped Sin off at the training facility where he’d left his car. He planned to go by his apartment at the hotel and take a shower. He wanted no trace of Blake or Tommy on him when he held his mate in his arms. Instead of driving across town to the hotel, Sin used the shower there so he could get home to his mate sooner. Sin removed the check from his pocket and dumped his bloody clothes in the garbage. Sin had the signed documents, and soon, he would tear down the club and replace it with something beautiful. After he was sure he’d removed all traces of the two humans, Sin found some cut-off sweat shorts another Goyle had left behind. Sin didn’t race home. He was ready to see Rocky, but adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. He needed to be calm around Rocky. At least until she’d had time to heal some more. When he arrived home, he parked the Lambo in the garage and walked around to the side of the house where his bedroom was. Opening his wings, Sin launched himself onto the balcony and entered his sanctuary to further calm down.

  Sin froze when he opened the door. Rocky was in the middle of their bed, curled up on her side. Sin reached out with his senses. Finley and Vivian were downstairs. Their voices blended with those coming from the television. There was no noise on Ingrid’s side of the house, but Sin felt her heartbeat and knew she was asleep. Instead of bothering with clothes, Sin slid into the bed beside his mate. His naked mate. Rocky rolled over facing him, sliding her hand around his waist and nestling into the crook of his neck. Sin wrapped her in his arms and inhaled deeply. Her bare skin had his cock hard and ready to slide inside her, but he needed to wait. Needed to give her time to make the first move when she was ready.

  Rocky was safe, and now they could put her past behind them. Sin would do whatever it took to erase the bad memories by making new ones for her. If only he could fix what Tommy had done. He hadn’t been lying when he told her they could adopt if she wanted babies. Sin would give her the universe. Somehow. Some way.

  Rocky woke up surrounded by strong arms. She wanted to wake up this way every morning for the rest of her life, however long that may be. She’d thought of nothing other than the things Sin had told her about him being a Gargoyle and what that meant for her. She had tried to pay attention to Vivian’s nonstop chatter, but she finally apologized to her best friend and excused herself to her bedroom. Their bedroom. Sin had said it was hers if she accepted him and would give them a chance. Rocky didn’t hesitate to make her way upstairs instead of using his bedroom on the first floor.

  Rocky wanted Sin for however long he would have her. If she accepted the mate bond, they would be together a long time. She wanted forever with him. She was still weak, but Rocky needed Sin to make love to her. To make her forget the pain of her past. At some point during the night, Rocky had found Sin’s hair, and she had her hand buried in its softness. She turned it loose and slid her fingers down his chest. She paused there, making circles in the bristly hair, ghosting her fingertips over a nipple. A low rumble came from Sin’s chest, bringing a grin to Rocky’s face. She felt his eyes on her, but she didn’t look up. She continued her perusal of his body.

  Snaking her fingers over the ridges of his abs, Rocky traced the outline of the V on either side of his hips. Vivian had been correct. His V pointed to heaven. Heaven that was covered by a pair of shorts. Rocky sat up and hooked her fingers beneath the waistband. Sin pushed his lower body up so she could slide the shorts down his legs. Sin kicked the shorts off his feet, sending them flying through the air across the room. He pulled one knee toward him, but left the leg closest to her flat on the bed. Rocky enjoyed the view of a naked Sin. His veiny cock was stiff and pointed at his stomach. Rocky was on the wrong side of his body to properly stroke him, so she maneuvered herself between his legs.

  Rocky grabbed Sin’s long hard-on in her right hand and slid her tongue through the glistening slit. She had never given a blowjob of her own free will, but this felt right. She wanted to please Sinclair in every way possible. She had nothing to offer him other than her body, and she would make sure to offer it up as often as he needed it. When Rocky placed her lips around th
e fat head of Sin’s cock, he groaned and pushed his hips towards her. Not hard enough to take control, but enough to let her know he was enjoying what she was doing.

  When Sin covered Rocky’s hand with his own, she finally found his eyes, wondering if she was doing something wrong. The lust she found in the deep, dark depths let her know she was doing something right. “Baby, you don’t have to do this,” he offered, but the rise and fall of his chest said he wouldn’t mind at all if she continued.

  Rocky squeezed his cock in her hand, and said, “I know I don’t, but I want to.” Sin turned loose, and she stroked the velvety skin covering his rock hard dick a couple of times, using the leaking fluid from the tip to help glide her hand up and down. Sin put his arm behind his head and closed his eyes. His other hand moved back and forth from one of his nipples to the other, his short fingernails scraping over the tiny nubs. She would have to remember he liked that. Rocky returned her mouth to his dick and slid it in as far as she could take it without gagging. She hadn’t been with many men, but those she had been with weren’t as blessed in the dick department as Sin was. She took her time taking him into her mouth, opening her throat a little farther on each stroke. She still had to use her hand as a barrier, but the friction of her hand and the tight heat of her mouth were working if Sin’s moans were any indication.

  “I’m close, baby. If you don’t want me coming down your throat, I suggest you stop now.”

  Rocky didn’t stop. She’d already had a small taste of him when she licked the tip. Now, she wanted all of him. Rocky sucked harder on the head as she pulled back before sliding her tongue down the underneath. She pulled one of his balls into her mouth and sucked, and Sin pulled his knees to his chest, giving her more room. His pucker was winking at her, enticing her to explore a little. Rocky released Sin’s nut and stuck her finger in her mouth. When she pulled Sin’s cock back into her mouth, Rocky slid her wet finger into his ass, finding his prostate at the same time his dick bottomed out against the back of her throat. Sin shouted her name as his ass clamped down around her finger and his seed pumped out of his dick. Without her hand as a barrier, his cock was choking her, but Rocky did her best to swallow down his release.