Sinful: A Dark Asylum Bully Romance (The Boys of Chapel Crest Book 5)

“Welcome,” Adam greeted me as I stepped into the mausoleum, my lungs burning from running so fast. “Oh, you wore a dress for me. I love it. You look beautiful.”

He reached for my hand, but I snatched it away from him, the nausea twisting like a snake through my guts.

“Right. You want to see them first.” He rolled his eyes at me and nodded for me to follow him. I did so, stopping to look down at Sin and Cady inside the coffin, their naked bodies pressed firmly against one another.

“It looks unnatural, doesn’t it?” Adam mused.

I watched in horror as he lifted Sin’s hand and shoved it between their bodies, making it clear he was placing it between Cady’s legs.

“He fingered her for a moment before they fucked,” Adam said, grinning at me. “I assumed it was prep work, but whatever. Fucking on command clearly isn’t Sinclair’s thing. He needed a little motivation, so fingering her pussy and kissing her seemed to help.”

I swallowed down the bile threatening to claw its way up my throat.

“Listen. You did a really good job. I’m proud of you. So, I’ll give you a reward.” I watched as he shook Sin violently. “Hey. Hey, shitbag. Sinclair. Fuckface. Wake up! Wake up, you stupid cocksucker.” He smacked him a few times and shook him roughly before Sin’s eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes.

It took him a moment to come to, but when he did, he was clearly in a headspace where he understood what was happening.

“Look who came to watch you and Cady,” Adam proclaimed.

Sin’s gray eyes met mine, so much sorrow in them it made the nausea twist faster.

“L-leave her a-alone, Adam,” he choked out.

“I will. I’m going to,” he promised, looking serene. “I just need you to get out of the coffin and say goodbye. Wake Cady so we can move this show forward.”

Sin tore his gaze away from me and nudged Cady, his hand still stuck between her legs. It was hard for me to watch, but I knew he had no choice in it. Her lashes fluttered a moment later, her eyes meeting his.

“H-hey. I need you to wake up. S-Sirena is here.”

She squirmed against him, tears dribbling from her eyes as she struggled to break free.

“Easy. Easy,” Adam said, reaching out and fisting my hair tightly. I let out a whimper as he kicked my feet out from beneath me. I fell to my knees hard, the pain of hitting the concrete making tears erupt from my eyes.

Adam shoved me, sending me falling to my side, my elbow cracking the concrete. The pain seared through me, and I tried like hell to not let him see it.

With Sin’s knife, he cut them free and tugged each one out. Cady scrambled to me, her skin like ice.

“Rina. Rina,” she wept.

Sin’s fists flew, but Adam slammed his fist back into his face over and over while Sin struggled inside the coffin. With Adam winning, Sin’s arms went limp, and Adam tugged him out and tossed his naked body onto the cold floor.

Cady crawled to me, but before she could get to me, Adam had her, his fingers tangled in her hair. He shoved her down beside Sin, who let out a groan and sat up. He made to swipe for Adam again, but Adam tutted at him.

“You try anything like that again, and I’ll cut the tits off your girl,” Adam said firmly, coming over to me. He fisted my hair and brought me to my knees. With ease, he dragged me over to sag in front of Sin and Cady.

“Sirena has agreed to come with me in exchange for your freedom. Honestly, Sinclair, I fucking hate you. I think you’re a worthless piece of shit who needs to die after what you did to her. The watchers think they’re really something. Newsflash! They ain’t fucking shit when I’m in charge.” He let out a booming laugh. “Church thinks he’s just so perfect. Daddy’s number one boy. He’s fucking worthless compared to me! I’m better! I’m fucking better! Everett loves me. Not him. I’m the one he should be leaving shit to! I matter. I fucking matter!” Spit flew from his mouth as he shouted. “I’m going to prove I can take what I want better than that fuckshit Dante can. I’m meant to lead the watchers and rule the Underground.” Adam gripped my hair tighter. “She’s a hell of a prize. Everett is going to fucking love me forever for grabbing her for him. Fucking Dante. What an idiot.” He laughed again.

“Don’t fucking do this,” Sin warned, his voice husky, the blood pouring down his body from his busted face. “Don’t. She’s good. She’s pure. Let her go. Take me instead. If you need to hurt someone, hurt me. Not her.”

Adam chuckled. “Taking her is hurting you, Sinclair, or haven’t you been listening? It’s hurting all your fucking watchers. So exclusive. No one ever had a chance to join. It’s bullshit!” He screamed the words, spit flying from his mouth. “Just because I’m a little crazy doesn’t mean I didn’t deserve a chance. I deserved a fucking chance! I’m one of you too!”

I let out a shriek as the knife he was holding came slashing down, the blade catching me across the chest. The burning ache ebbed through me.

It wasn’t a deep cut and barely got me, but a dribble of blood trickled out, and that was all it took for Sin to lose it.

He lunged forward, knocking Adam back. I went flying halfway across the room, landing hard and banging my head off the edge of the pedestal the coffin was on. My vision swam as Sin and Adam beat on one another. Frantic, I plunged my hand into my pocket, but my phone wasn’t there.

Damnit. Damnit. Damnit!

Cady tried to help, but Adam clocked her so hard she hit the ground, not moving. As fast as I could, I crawled to her, my ears ringing, and wrapped my body tightly around hers.

I have you. I have you. I won’t let him hurt you.

Be brave. I have to be brave. Please. . .

I was torn away from Cady, Adam’s fingers back in my hair. Sin’s chest heaved as he got to his knees. His eyes were so swollen there was no way he could properly see out of them.

“I’m done with this shit. You couldn’t let it go, could you?” Adam snarled. I let out a cry as he bent down and crushed his lips to mine, the taste of his blood tainting my mouth.

“Don’t. Don’t,” Sin warned, his voice a choked garble. I knew he was close to losing consciousness. He’d been beaten half to death. “Please don’t hurt her. Adam. Please.”

“Is that how you begged your father?” Adam asked.

Sin let out a soft sob.

“He still shot you anyway, huh??”

Sin’s shoulders shook. “D-don’t do this. You don’t have to do this.”

“You’re wrong. I do. Unlike your old man, I’ll actually finish the job. I’ll make mine finally proud of me.” He released me and rushed forward. A scream tore from my lips as he plunged the knife deep into Sin’s body. The gray of Sin’s eyes met mine briefly before he fell over, clutching the knife, his blood dripping out.

I couldn’t stop screaming. Adam tried to reach for me again, but I kicked him as hard as I could in his knee, sending him cursing to the ground. Scrambling over to Sin, I cradled his face in my hands, my tears dripping onto his battered face.

“No. No,” I repeated. “Sinful. Please. No.”

His lips trembled as he gazed up at me through his swollen eyelids. “I-I love you,” he whispered. His bloody fingertips brushed lightly against my face as I sobbed over him. “Be brave, baby. I-I know you can be. So strong. So-so beautiful.” He gave me a sad, watery smile. “Just run, Sirena. Please. Run. D-Dance for me.” His hand fell away from my face, and his eyes closed. His breathing was shallow. I knew. . . I knew this could very well be the end for him.

I couldn’t accept that.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I cried loudly, his name on repeat, as I clung to him.

Mirage’s words echoed through my head as the darkness surged forward.

It’s not a battle of fists and hits

For you, my monster queen

Simply lead the way to the place it all began

And we shall leave behind a bloody scene.”

Adam ripped me away, cursing my name as he dragged me through the mausoleum. Sin faded away from my view, only the cold to greet me as I was taken through the woods back to the spot where he’d hurt me the first time.

To the very spot where everything changed.

I smiled as he threw me into the clearing, knowing exactly how this next part was going to go. When his fist connected with my face and I hit the ground, I let out a soft laugh, knowing my monster was coming.

Adam shoved me onto my back and held me down, his bloody face looming over mine.

“You like this, you little bitch? Huh? Why are you smiling? It’s just us now.”

I let out another huff of laughter, knowing things were going to end badly.

As I lay beneath him, staring up at the dusky sky in the cold snow, I prayed for my strength. I prayed for my Sinful. I prayed for my darkness. I prayed for anyone who crossed me. It’s what we learned to do at Chapel Crest. Pray for the sins of others. Pray for ourselves. Pray for strength. For guidance.

But for me, I let my last prayer be for Adam’s death.

And sometimes, as I was quickly learning, prayers were answered.