Complete Sin Box Set

by Georgia Cates

  “I beg to differ. Besides, she couldn’t become one of us without initiation. Someone would need to step forward and accept responsibility for her. No one is going to go through endurance so my sister can be part of my life.”

  “Maybe not, but she’s attractive and her company is pleasant. It’s possible there’s a brother out there who would do it because he wants Ellison for himself. Perhaps you should be open-minded about bringing her into our circle.”

  “I’m the first initiate of my kind. We didn’t get a lot of shit about it. But you’re a leader. You think the brotherhood will accept this as a new means for bringing females into The Fellowship when it’s not a leader involved?”

  “They will if the leaders tell them it’s an acceptable method.”

  Bleu looks hopeful for the first time. “If I tell Ellison, it must be a secret. No one can find out she knows in case she balks. Because that’s a real possibility.”

  “Whatever you say, Bonny. Your game. Your rules.”

  I’m sitting in the corner chair of our bedroom, my feet propped on the ottoman with my laptop on my legs. I’ve gotten much more work accomplished than expected. That’s probably because Bleu has been asleep for the last hour.

  We aren’t home three hours when our first visitors arrive. Miraculously, the bell doesn’t wake my sleeping beauty. She must still be exhausted from the trauma her body has been through.

  “Unfuckingbelievable,” I mutter beneath my breath as I get up. Who the hell is showing up unannounced?

  I discover Ellison standing on the other side of my front door with Jamie holding what I assume are her bags. A lot of them. “Oh, good. You’ve already made it. I was afraid we might have beaten y’all home.”

  Ellison walks past me and into the living room. “I love this decor. Understated class.”

  She stands in the middle of the room, hands on her hips. “I know Bleu didn’t do the decorating but it’s totally her style. She doesn’t do froufrou.”

  Jamie holds out two of Ellison’s bags for me to take. “Sorry. She wouldn’t let me call. She wanted her arrival to be a surprise.”

  “Since when do you let anyone tell you what you can and can’t do?”

  “Have you met her?”

  Jamie already has her figured out. “Aye. Quite the princess.”

  “I’d go with queen.”

  “My apologies for putting her off on you these last few days.”

  “She really wasn’t a problem. I enjoyed her company during our drives. She’s… interesting.”

  “I couldn’t trust my wife’s sister to anyone but you or Leith. And frankly, I didn’t have a lot of confidence that Leith wouldn’t try to get into her knickers.”

  “You’re wise for that. She’s a very fit lass.” Seems Jamie is taken by her beauty.

  Ellison comes back into the foyer. “The guards from the hospital are here. In your apartment.”

  “I extended their services to home. I don’t want Bleu to be without protection when I’m away at work.”

  “But you’re here now. And so are they.”

  “Their services are paid for, so I’m utilizing them.”

  “I’m beginning to think there’s more to this mugging than anyone is telling me.”

  Another smart MacAllister woman. “The mugger took Bleu’s purse so he knows where we live. This area of Edinburgh is known for being occupied by wealthy residents. He’ll know we have money and could possibly get ideas about coming back for more. I’m not taking any chances where Bleu’s safety is concerned.”

  “That makes perfect sense. Looks like you can afford it, so why not?”

  Ellison reaches to take her bags from Jamie. “I can get them.”

  “It’s all right. I don’t mind taking them to the guest room for you.”

  “Thanks.” Ellison grins and points at Jamie’s back as she follows him. She fans herself and mouths, “Hot!”

  Ellison spins around in the entrance to the hall. “Is Bleu in bed?”

  “Aye. She’s been asleep about an hour.”

  “Then I’ll work on getting settled in while she’s napping. You’ll let me know when she wakes?”

  “Sure.”

  Jamie returns from the guest room alone. “All right. She’s all yours, mate.”

  “Again, I appreciate you taking care of her for us.” I think he may have enjoyed it.

  “Like I said, she was no problem.”

  I motion for Jamie to follow me into the living room so Ellison can’t overhear our conversation. “Thank you for being sensitive to the fact that she knows nothing about the brotherhood.”

  “I gave no thought to you marrying Bleu, but now I see why a marriage outside of The Fellowship is discouraged. It can become a problem quickly. That’s going to be a difficult charade to keep up.”

  “It’ll be all right for a short time but Ellison has expressed interest in staying long-term.”

  “That poses a bigger problem. How do you plan to handle that?”

  I sit and Jamie joins me. I’m hopeful it’s a signal he has interest in Ellison staying. “We can’t hide The Fellowship from her if she stays. Bleu is considering telling her about us.”

  “How would you pull off bringing a second American into The Fellowship?”

  He’s right in assuming it would need to be handled in a diplomatic manner. My wife’s love for her sister won’t cut it. “The same way I brought Bleu in. Initiation. If she stays, I’m confident the right man will step forward and volunteer.”

  Jamie’s never been in love. He doesn’t understand that it has no limits but I want the idea in his head so he can think about it. “A man will go to hell and back for the woman he loves. Trust me. I know what I’m talking about.”

  “I wouldn’t know. I can’t think of a single woman within The Fellowship I’d consider dating, much less claiming or marrying.”

  He should broaden his horizons. “There could be a new prospect soon.”

  “Why would I consider Ellison when I know upfront that being with her means getting the hell beat out of me?”

  “You can’t understand now because the feelings aren’t there. But when they are, it changes everything.” There would be no doubt in his mind.

  “You forget I saw what Ferguson did to you. Some tingly feelings labeled ‘love’ aren’t going to make me unsee that.”

  I hardly even remember the endurance now. “It wasn’t so bad.”

  “Bullshit.”

  I have something interesting for him to consider. “Think about this. No other brother has ever had Ellison. Whoever gets her would be the first. And last.”

  He crosses his arms and sits back. Grinning. “I doubt any of us would be her first.”

  I’m about to blow his mind. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Bleu was a virgin.”

  He shakes his head. “You’re a fucking liar.”

  I hold up my palm. “Swear to God. I’m the first and only man to ever have my wife.”

  “A fucking virgin. I didn’t think those existed anymore.”

  “Neither did I until she came along.”

  “Seeing you happy with Bleu gives me hope.”

  “It’s all in finding the right one. Your Mrs. Breckenridge is out there. You just have to find her.”

  “It feels great to be home in my own bed with my husband by my side.”

  “Agreed. It’s nice to not have your nurse standing over us bitching that I must get out of your bed.”

  Bleu lies beside me, her hands clasped over her tummy. “Read to me? I love listening to your accent.”

  “Like my Scottish brogue, aye?”

  “It’s hot.”

  I clear my voice and read the growth and progress for week seven from the pregnancy book I bought Bleu when we found out she was pregnant. I’m amazed by the changes our babies are experiencing this week. And also Bleu’s body. Specifically her breasts.

  I stop reading and look over at Bleu’s chest. “I have not had the opp
ortunity to properly inspect those.”

  She shimmies her gown up until both are bared and looks downward. “They’re definitely bigger.”

  Yes, they are.

  “They’re magnificent.” I reach out and palm one. But I’m not able to enjoy their new plumpness because my eyes are drawn to the purple bruises scattered over her body.

  She’s battered from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. It’s nothing short of a miracle that our babies survived.

  I look away because I can’t stand seeing her body like that. It’s evidence of how I didn’t protect her.

  I finish reading and place the book on my nightstand. “That’s it until next time.”

  “Is the weekly read about our babies growth going to be the highlight of my week while I’m limited to bed rest?”

  “I hope not because that sounds damn bleak.”

  “I might not be able to go and do but I can’t be idle.”

  I have complete faith that Bleu can be productive from the bed. “Whatever you need, Bonny. I’m happy to get it for you.”

  “I have some things in mind. First, I’m going to have Debra come by every few days so we can brainstorm about the investigation. Two heads are always better than one. And I have a project I want to begin planning for the women of The Fellowship. Self-defense. They need to learn how to protect themselves.”

  She’s expressed interest in that before. I’m happy to know she wants to execute a plan. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

  My wife wasn’t born Fellowship but you’d never know it by talking to her. I don’t think she could embrace this world more if she were genetically one of us.

  My phone vibrates next to the pregnancy book. There’s typically only one reason someone phones me this late.

  I look at the ID. Abram. Dammit. I have to take the call. “Aye?”

  “Sorry to trouble you but the presence of a leader is required. Since I’m no longer in that role, I must drag you away from your injured wife.”

  He’s enjoying this a little too much. “What has happened?”

  “The Order killed a couple of our girls outside the casino. Sisters. Lewis Adamson’s daughters. He’s demanding swift justice.”

  Of course he is. “I’m on my way.”

  I end the call and lean over to kiss Bonny. “I have to go. The Order killed two of our women.”

  Her face is pained as she places her hand over her heart. “Oh no. Who?”

  “Davina and Annis Adamson.”

  She narrows her eyes in concentration. “I can’t recall them.”

  “Probably because they’ve been away at uni.”

  I dress and go back to Bonny when I’m ready to leave. I sit on the edge of the bed and take her hand. “Don’t be afraid. Kyle and Blare will be here with you.”

  She brings my hand to her cheek. “That doesn’t make me less frightened for you. You’re going out to hunt down killers.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  I lean forward for a kiss and she catches my face in her hands. She holds me firmly in place so we’re eye to eye. “Come back to me safely.”

  “Always.”

  Chapter 7

  Bleu Breckenridge

  It’s been four days since Sin rescued me and killed The Order’s leader. Their organization may be in chaos but that won’t stop them from avenging their leader’s death. Killing these two women isn’t it.

  Every life within The Fellowship is of value but the deaths of two young women with no connection to the head of the brotherhood won’t suffice as retaliation. They’re going to want something bigger. Someone at the top.

  Sin or me.

  Only our deaths will satisfy them so I brainstorm why they’d attack two innocent women. I know they’re cowards and prey upon the ones they consider weakest but it doesn’t make sense. Their deaths cost us very little. Unless it’s a trap to lure Sin into their clutches. Or away from me.

  Kyle and Blare are here but I still take my Beretta from the drawer. I need to be armed in case The Order comes and manages to get through my bodyguards.

  Lying in this bed makes me a sitting duck if they come through the door. I gather all the pillows from the bed and go into the closet. I make a pallet in the corner.

  I have Ellison to think of as well so I go to her room. “Elli. I heard a noise. Come to my bedroom. Bring your pillow and bedspread.”

  We bed down in my closet to await Sin’s return.

  “Why isn’t Sin here?” I hear the confusion in her voice.

  “One of his clients was arrested so he was called away.”

  We have nowhere to run. I don’t love that but it’s better than being in the open without cover. At least here I’ll be able to get the first shots on anyone opening the door.

  I’m terrified for Sin. I pray he isn’t walking into some kind of trap.

  “Are your security guards here?” Ellison asks.

  “Yes. Outside.”

  We’re aren’t in the closet for long when we hear gunshots. Several. My heart speeds like that of a galloping racehorse nearing the finish line.

  I move to a sitting position and aim my gun for the door.

  I hear voices in my bedroom. Maybe Kyle and Blare? I can’t be sure so I remain still and firmly grip my Beretta.

  I hear Sin call out my name. Bonny. Not Bleu.

  “Sin.”

  He swings the closet door open and I rush into his arms. “My gut told me to come back to the flat to make sure you and Ellison were safe.”

  “I heard shots.”

  “There was an intruder. We presume it’s the mugger.” He doesn’t have to explain further for me to understand. “Kyle and Blare are taking you and Ellison to my parents’ house.”

  I look at Elli. “Pack a bag quickly.”

  I wait until she’s gone to ask what happened.

  “Kyle and Blare just killed three Order members.”

  My gut feeling was right. “They were coming for me.”

  “Aye. I think Annis’s and Davina’s murders were intended to draw me away from you.”

  I feel horrible. “Those poor women. They died as part of The Order’s plot to take me again.”

  “That’s why it’s important for their father to know that I’m personally avenging their deaths. Now. Not later.”

  I don’t like him leaving me again but I understand why he must go. It’s his place to avenge the wrongs against our people.

  That makes me proud.

  Debra and I have had a productive meeting despite it taking place in my bedroom. We’ve narrowed the suspects of my mother’s murder to three. The mystery isn’t solved but I feel us nearing the end of the tunnel. It’s the same feeling I’d get when I was on the edge of closing a case.

  Debra points to my violin on the dresser. “You play?”

  “Yes. And more often since I’m confined to this bed.” I have become well practiced the last few weeks. With Sin’s help, I’ve mastered “Amanda.”

  “Sin plays as well.”

  She laughs. “I definitely wouldn’t have pegged him for a violinist.”

  “Few do since it doesn’t go along with the image he’s created for himself.”

  Debra scoots to the edge of the chair as though she’s preparing to leave. “Same time next week?”

  “Yes. But before you go, I’d like to discuss an idea I’m kicking around.”

  She settles back into the corner chair of my bedroom, propping her long legs on the ottoman. “Sure.”

  Debra is tall and slim with shoulder-length brown hair. Not a bit of gray. She reminds me of Katey Sagal. Not in her Peg Bundy days but her badass Gemma role on Sons of Anarchy.

  “Would you be interested in teaching self-defense classes with me for the women of The Fellowship?”

  “You gonna teach from that bed?”

  I probably would if I could. That’s how strongly I feel about it. “I’ll have another ultrasound in two weeks. I’m confident I’ll be taken off bed
rest if everything looks all right. I’d really like to get rolling with these classes as soon as possible. If I can prevent one woman from being harmed by an assault, then it’s worth every bit of work and effort I invest. But I can’t do it on my own. I’ll need an able body to do the physical part. I’d pay you well.”

  Debra smiles for a moment before responding. “This life suits you. I wish Harry were here to see the person you’re becoming.”

  Her words surprise me. “You think he would be proud?”

  “Damn sure do. And I am too. I’d love to help you. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

  I’ve already put a lot of thought into this. “We have a small warehouse currently not in use. I think Sin will let us turn it into a gym.”

  “You have it all planned out.”

  There are a lot of things churning in my head. “I have a lot of free time these days.”

  “It’s serving the women of The Fellowship well.”

  I’m happy to know Debra thinks so. I hope the women I’m to lead will feel the same.

  “You blew Harry’s mind when you told him to train you so you could go after your mother’s killer. What were you? Twelve? Thirteen?”

  I wasn’t aware Debra knew those kinds of details. “Barely twelve.”

  Debra laughs. “Harry didn’t know what to make of you. And I didn’t, either.”

  I’m not quite sure what to call this feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. Maybe shock mingled with a little dose of betrayal. I thought my secret with Harry was just that––a secret only we shared. “I didn’t know Dad had told anyone.”

  “Your father thought you needed to see a psychiatrist but he was too afraid to take you. He feared you’d be taken away from him and placed in some kind of institution. He couldn’t talk to Julia about it but he desperately needed advice. I was the only person he could trust. Don’t be angry.”

  Anyone else would’ve taken me to a shrink. “Why didn’t you try to convince Dad that I needed psychological help?”

  “Someone murdered your mother and then left you for dead. I don’t think anger and a drive for retaliation are irrational reactions. It’s not as though you asked him to teach you how to kill an innocent person. I saw it as another form of justice.”