Broken Sin by Nana Malone & M. Malone

Author:Nana Malone & M. Malone [Malone, Nana & Malone, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Malone Squared
Published: 2024-01-22T18:30:00+00:00

Matthias

Blood.

Confusion.

Pain.

What the fuck had I just done? Noah. I’d fucking stabbed Noah.

Was he dead? Had I killed him? It was like a part of my brain had known what was happening. I could see it all in sickening slow motion. The slice of the blade. The warmth of my mentor’s blood. But I’d still been powerless to stop what I was doing.

Noah. Rafe. Gemma. People I cared about and trusted. Well, okay. Not Gemma… or Rafe. But Noah. I would never hurt Noah.

But you did. And now you have to leave.

Everything I’d done, everything I’d tried to atone for… All gone up in a puff of smoke. Would there ever be forgiveness for someone like me?

No. Assassins don’t get forgiveness. Just because you pretend to be the good guy now doesn’t mean you are.

I went on semi-autopilot as my subconscious took me on a route I’d taken hundreds of times mentally. To the casual observer (and I hoped a trained assassin), it might look like I was wandering the streets. But I had a destination in mind. I knew where I was going. I hadn’t been there in over a year, but I knew the way. I knew why I needed to be there. Safety. I paid a pretty penny to keep the flat in the city.

The landlord asked me constantly if I wanted to sub-let the place, but I’d always said no. I couldn’t take the risk of someone possibly finding my cache of weapons, my cash, my passports… Those things in the wrong hands would be catastrophic, and not just for me.

No, it was better that I kept it empty. Because right then, that flat was exactly what I needed. A place to lay low, a place to think, someplace away from everything and everyone. But no matter the distance I put between me and the penthouse, I couldn’t escape my thoughts.

How could you do it? Noah protected you. He loved you like a brother.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to block out the voices, the ones that told me I fucked up, the ones that that told me that I’d just destroyed the only family I’d ever had.

This is safety. Survive. Worry about the rest later. It was what Noah would tell me. So that’s what I did.

I kept my hands tucked in my pockets on the subway so no one would see the blood. Once I got to my stop, I hopped out, kept my head down, and pulled my cap over my head.

For years, I’d hunted the bad guys. I’d stopped them from hurting people. I’d made sure the innocents stayed safe. Now, I was the bad guy.

I let myself in the flat and engaged the dead bolt. I’d taken all sorts of evasive measures, but I hadn’t felt anyone following me.

In a perfunctory manner, I hit the shower, washing all traces of blood off of my body. I took my clothes, shoved them in a bag and carried them to the dumpster three blocks from the flat.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.