By Sin to Atone (Sinners Duet #1) Read Online Natasha Knight

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Sinners Duet Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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When I came back to New Orleans not forty-eight hours ago, it was with the intention of confronting my blackmailer, taking care of the situation however I needed to take care of it. Now, it’s all changed. Nothing has gone as I expected. I should be on a flight back to Amsterdam. To the half-life I’m living there. But here I am taking my blackmailer to visit her broken sister.

With a shake of my head, I climb into driver’s side and start the engine. Before I’ve put the SUV into drive, my phone alerts me to a message. I glance at the text. It’s from Robbie.

Robbie: Lucky Tommy just made parole. He’ll be out in a week. Someone pulled some strings.

Me: Any idea who?

Robbie: Not yet.

I glance at Blue who is chewing on her lip.

She shifts her gaze to me. “Does this car drive itself? If you’re busy sexting your girlfriend, I can drive.”

“No girlfriend.”

“Shocker.” She turns her attention to peeling the last of the old polish from a fingernail.

I shift my attention to my phone.

Me: Did the hospital run any other tests on Wren or Blue?

Robbie: Be more specific.

Me: Rape

Robbie: I’ll dig to see what I can find. Should be landing in about an hour.

Me: I’ll see you tonight then. I’m dropping off a laptop and a gun at Jericho’s.

He sends an emoji with eyebrows raised high. I ignore it. I slip the phone into my pocket and drive. When I should turn right onto the road that will take us to Blue’s apartment, though, I turn left.

“It’s the other way,” Blue says.

“I know.”

She watches me, distrustful, as we drive down the short street that leads to the tall gates that open at our approach. I pull through, very aware of how rigid Blue’s spine is, how she’s watching, one eye on those gates in the mirror as they close behind us. I could ease her mind. If I were good, maybe I would, but I don’t say a word.

Once we get to the entrance of the St. James house, the front door opens, and my brother steps out.

Blue glances at me. “Stay,” I tell her, killing the engine and pocketing the key before I reach back for the laptop and Ziploc. I don’t close the driver’s side door and Jericho peers into the vehicle as I approach.

“What’s this?” he asks, gesturing toward Blue.

I hand him the things. “It’s her sister’s birthday.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “What the fuck are you doing, Zeke?” he asks after a beat.

“Leverage. That’s all.”

“You sure about that?”

“Password is FuckthePatriarchy. Capital F and P. No spaces. Robbie’s flight is landing in about an hour. He’ll come directly here.”

“And the gun?”

“Found it at her place. We should see if we can figure out who it’s registered to. If it’s registered, that is.” I check my watch. “I have to go.”

He puts a hand on my shoulder. “Brother. I ask you again. What the hell are you doing?” When I don’t have an answer for him, he sighs. “If this has to do with Zoë, you know⁠—”

“Too late to have anything to do with Zoë, don’t you think?” I shrug off his hand.

“Zeke, I⁠—”

“I need to go.”

When I turn back to the SUV, I wish I’d closed the door because from the look on Blue’s face, I know she heard every word of that exchange. I get in and slam the door shut. I drive, feeling her gaze bore into the side of my head.

“You and your brother seem close,” she taunts.

“Shut up, Blue.”

“No, really, I got the warm fuzzies seeing you two together.”

I shoot her a warning look. “Shut. Up.”

“Who’s Zoë? Sounded like a sore spot⁠—”

I slam on the brakes just as we exit the gates and Blue jerks forward, yelping, gripping the dashboard as the seatbelt digs into her chest. At exactly the same moment I fling my arm out, my hand closing around her throat. It’s not even a conscious thought. It just happens.

“When I tell you to shut up, I mean it. You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I spit the words, any composure is gone, my rage on full display.

Her hands wrap around my forearm, fingernails digging into skin as I squeeze her neck, watching how her eyes tear up. She makes a sound, a croaked plea, and a tear slides over her cheek. I watch it, hypnotized by its slow descent. Her nails break skin and I welcome the pain. It takes a moment before I meet her terrified gaze and force a deep breath in. It takes all I have to ease my grip, to release her. She exhales, clutches her throat and I find my thumb coming to that tear, smearing it, unable to look away.

She shudders, sucking in air, back of her head pressed firmly into the headrest.


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