A Silent Reckoning: Sinner's Empire by Nikita Slater (ereader iphone .txt) 📗

watching both windows intently and trying not to look down at Karl. His body was pressed against hers, the warmth still radiating from him. She wanted to break down and cry over his loss, but now was not the time.

She could grieve later, if she was still alive.

She used the back of her hand to swipe at the tears blurring her vision.

One of the men lunged toward the window shooting wildly. Shaun squeezed the trigger, and the gun jumped in her hands. She didn’t get the guy, but he looked more cautious than he had a moment before. This time he crept up to the window. Before he could try to shoot again, a bullet hit him square in the temple and he crumpled to the street.

Shaun gaped, but swung her gun around to cover the back window where she’d seen the other guy.

Suddenly the car jerked as someone jumped on the hood and then onto the roof. Shaun screamed in reaction and looked up. Bullets thunked into the trunk, then she heard a scream of pain as the guy who’d been attacking her from the rear was shot. A pair of leather booted feet hit the trunk of her car and legs filled her vision.

The man was pointing a gun at the ground. He shot one more time and she realized he was finishing the guy he’d hit when he jumped on the car. Shaun levelled her gun at the guys legs but didn’t shoot. She assumed he was on her side, or he wouldn’t have shot the men who were attacking her.

He dropped to his knees and looked through the shattered rear window.

“Jozef!” she shouted.

His blue eyes were ice chips when he looked at her, but she could see the relief reflected there.

“Jozef, they killed Karl,” she sobbed and reached her good hand out to him, clutching Karl’s gun in her other hand.

He took hold of her wrist and pulled, dragging her through the shattered window. He jumped to the ground and picked Shaun up off the car, one arm around her knees and the other supporting her back.

She buried her face against his chest and held onto Karl’s gun for dear life as he strode toward his SUV.

Sirens sounded in the distance as they sped away from the scene.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Nikolay stood in the doorway of his bedroom watching his roommate fuck the woman they’d brought home. He was naked, bathed in the lights of the city coming through the windows. He held a joint in one hand, rolled with a combination of tobacco and bhang. While he smoked, he lazily stroked his semi-hard dick.

Sharing women was a common activity they participated in together and they’d banged this particular one a few times. She was a mediocre fuck, but the real treat was in doing fucked up depraved things to such a perfect little princess.

Giselle threw her head back and shouted as Halil took her ass.

Nikolay couldn’t tell if she was screaming in pain or ecstasy, but she wasn’t begging Halil to stop. She was taking it like the good girl she pretended to be.

Nikolay wondered if he had a thing for messing up pretty little girls who pretended innocence but got on their knees and allowed him to do his worst. Saskia had been a virgin when he got to her. It had been truly satisfying to pop her cherry.

Lately though, their flings had been growing stale. Saskia had been growing more distant, which was a problem considering he had every intention of marrying her and one day taking her father’s place at the head of the Koba organization. Maybe it was time to show her some of the other things he enjoyed doing to a woman. He hadn’t bothered because he had women like Giselle for the truly fucked up shit.

His semi grew as he imagined Saskia on her knees in front of him, his hand tangled in her hair, his dick deep in her throat as she choked, tears streaking her face. He would take her to the edge then pull back and allow her just enough air to stop her from passing out before he slammed his cock into her mouth again.

He groaned and clenched his teeth around the joint as he squeezed the tip of his dick and then reached under to tug on his balls.

“Oh fuck!” Giselle screamed as Halil lost all respect for her ass and tore into it like a beast.

Halil was usually a gentleman when it came to women, but he was a man of war too. He had the same aggression in him as the other men on their team. They worked hard and played harder.

Nikolay ashed the joint, revelling in the mellow glow filling him. He loved nothing more than these moments when he could truly be himself. He grinned at Halil, slapping him on the back before climbing onto the bed in front of Giselle.

She looked up at him, her face twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. They would fuck her hard, multiple times throughout the night. She’d feel it in every joint and muscle by the time they were done with her, but she’d enjoy the experience and likely come crawling back for more.

Nikolay wasn’t naive enough to believe she actually cared about either of them. She was using them to get close to Jozef, to weasel her way back into his life, even if it meant giving herself up to the various team members and allowing them to fuck her in ways she probably never imagined. If she had any brains at all she’d let her little obsession go. Jozef wouldn’t touch her again. He was too far gone for the doctor.

Nikolay gripped Giselle’s head, tipping it up and pressing his thumbs beneath her eyes. He smeared her makeup across her cheeks, giving her a clownish appearance that was at odds with the tears sparking in her eyes and the agonized expression on her face.

“Open,” he demanded, pressing his thumb hard