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The Rebirth of Sin (Wicked Trinity #2)
Copyright © 2016 by Courtney Lane
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Noah
“Reven was just a man who believed his own hype… He became the man Noah scripted him to be in order to make Rebirth a success. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
-THE SECT
“I just don’t get it.” Nadine kicked up her feet on the dash of the car Mrs. Sherman loaned to me and chewed her gum with an open mouth. “Why do we need him? You’re charming when you want to be. We could do this with just us.”
“I thought I explained this to you.” I reached across the dash and pushed her feet off. “Things like this never last, and if it doesn’t, I need someone to take the fall.”
“Yeah, right,” she said with a chuckle. “You want your brother to die so you can get the money he’ll leave when he’s dead. As long as him dying doesn’t mean we can’t keep this thing going—especially if it will make the money you say it will—I’m all for it.”
“Are you still with me on this?”
“I don’t know why I’d need to do this. If he’s as full of himself as you say he is, he’d come all over himself to play god. If for some reason he says no, and you’re going to ask me to do what I think you are, he better be as cute as you and have good hygiene. I usually charge six hundred bucks for this mouth, and one thousand for my pussy.”
“On a daily basis I’d pay six hundred dollars to have you close it for five seconds.”
“Give this mouth a chance”—she leaned over, making sure her tits were struggling to escape her low-cut shirt, to catch my eye—“and I’ll show you I’m worth every penny.”
Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to my brother’s apartment building.
Nadine flirted with me the minute we met at a publicly-run detox center. There were a few times Mrs. Sherman would give her the impression that she and I were in a relationship, but it didn’t stop Nadine. The woman was relentless. She didn’t understand that we would never get along. Two alphas couldn’t exist in a relationship. I’d wind up severely hurting her to get it through her thick skull that no one could tell me what to do. Her advances annoyed the fuck out of me. She was a killer bee, constantly buzzing around my ear. I had made plans to leave her permanently damaged until we became some semblance of partners. Our back and forth quips were commonplace between us. She was generally like a sister to me—a sister who dreamt about committing incestuous acts with me.
“I’d rather stick my cock inside a meat grinder.”
“Isn’t that what that old hag you’re boning is? A meat grinder? I’ll never get what you see in her.”
Her hair was balled in my hands before she could annoy me and pop her gum or her mouth again. She tried to struggle. I circumvented the act by pinning her arms to her lap with one hand while squeezing her hard enough to make her feel pain. She glared at me, her eyes watering, letting me know I was hurting her. But she wouldn’t give in and beg me to stop. I tugged her hair harder and dug my nails into her wrists. “You’ve pushed things too far, Nadine. Apologize. The woman deserves better than your immature ribbing.”
“Okay,” she submitted. “I’m sorry.”
“You know why I would never go there with you?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I’ve heard it a million times. I’m your little sister. I feel more like your bottom bitch.”
“Because you constantly test my limits. I can’t have every day be like this with you, especially not with what we have planned. Don’t force me to constantly up the ante. Eventually, I’ll kill you. If you want to continue breathing, don’t ever speak about Mrs. Sherman that way.”
“Okay,” she said, trembling in anger.
I let her go, watching as she sniffed and quickly wiped her eyes.
I reached between us and handed her a tissue. “Are you calm and collected now?”
“I never cried. I had never cried a single fucking tear before I met you, Noah.”
I glanced at her and fingered a strand of her hair, directing it behind her shoulder. “Because you’re in love with me. It’s a very, very dangerous state to be in around me. Fix yourself up and wait outside the door to his building. I don’t know what to expect when I get there. If I need you, I’ll call you.”
Silent for the first time since I’d met her, she simply nodded.
I COULD SMELL THE alcohol from outside the apartment door. I couldn’t understand why he would live like this when our parents had given him everything. Did he blow through his entire inheritance?
I knocked on the door and called his name. I could hear the clanging of bottles before he finally opened the door.
Shiloh had a pretty-boy baby face in contrast to my more hardened and mature features. He looked like our mother, while I favored our father. It might’ve been why the women in our community fawned over him. Desire was considered a mortal sin in the small cluster; the amount of girls who were punished for looking at him while wetting their panties with want was astounding. But today, he looked like…Grizzly Adams.
“You look really out of place here.” I looked down the hall at his luxury digs. Between the doorman and the stained wood flooring with gold-plated and genuine silver accents in the halls, it was obvious what he was doing with the money our parents left him—being stupid and spending frivolously. “Shouldn’t you be in some back woods somewhere hunting ducks?”
Obviously, he didn’t understand my joke. My brother still had the mentality of a former cult member. He was a recluse, too scared to go out and connect with the world. It would work to my advantage if I could convince him to be the man I wanted him to be. It should’ve been easy for him. He was raised by the very man I wanted him to emulate.
He grumbled and waded through his apartment to lie down on a couch covered in old pizza boxes and empty liquor bottles. The floor was littered with the same stuff.
Everywhere
was littered with the same stuff.
“I died, you know.”
“I was made aware,” he mumbled, putting his arm over his face. “Did you assume I’d come running to your side? I haven’t seen you since the day you left my other apartment three years ago after having stolen half the silverware and our mother’s china for your next fix. Not quite sure what I expected of you—you didn’t bother to show up to our parents’ funeral. You don’t care for anyone. Why are you here, Noah? To steal some more things from me? Or did you forgo your pride and decide it was best to ask me for the money you believe you are owed?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to temper my mood. His complaining cries made me feel inclined to forget what I came to him for and seek out someone else to take his place.
I had very few options, and while I hated to admit it, Shiloh was perfect for the role. Dealing with Shiloh was difficult. It was as though I was born with enough strength for the both of us, leaving him with nothing. I had no patience for weak people, and Shiloh was the weakest fucking man I’d ever met. But like Nadine, his faults made him a perfect fit for a larger objective. Given everything between us, there wasn’t much I shared in common with him, but I knew of all the people around me, I could trust him the most. “I don’t want only the money. I want your help.” Then, I added in a mumble, “If you have any money left.”
