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Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners 3)

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I watch as he opens fire on the surprised men, spraying bullets everywhere.

“I could’ve stayed home and fucked my wife,” Nikolas mutters as he leans against the wall, totally relaxed.

Suddenly, Viktor shouts, “Incoming! Run!”

We all fucking barrel down the hallway, then the building shudders as a grenade is launched against it. The explosion makes the ground vibrate beneath my feet and ducking into an office, I take cover from any flying debris.

Viktor lets out a bark of laughter, and I swear the man is just as insane as his uncle.

The enemy pours in over the debris of what used to be my backdoor, and all hell breaks loose. We open fire, my focus on Mazur’s men as I take out one after the other.

We manage to push them back, and stepping over the rubble, the night air hits my face.

I move to the left, where I’ll be able to take cover behind a concrete pillar. The floodlights come on, and I silently thank Elif, who must’ve turned them on so we can actually fucking see what we’re shooting at.

When I take aim, a Bentley catches my eye where it’s parked on the other side of the bay. “Anyone with a scope! Who’s in that Bentley?”

“Mazur!” Bulut, one of my men, yells.

Not giving it a second thought, I run, jumping from the docking bay that’s a good couple of feet high, my legs shudder with pain as I hit the ground in a crouching position. I’m up and dropping the Uzi, I fucking run as fast as I can.

The Bentley’s lights turn on, and I hear the engine start. Pulling my Glock from behind my back, I fucking put every bit of strength I have into my legs.

Just as the car starts to drive through the exit, I launch myself into the air, plant a foot against the gate’s pillar, and fucking fly onto the roof of the Bentley. I slide down the front and push myself to my knees, opening fire on the driver through the windscreen. The car serves, throwing me to the side, and I hit the ground fucking hard.

Pushing up, I watch as the car crashes into a telephone pole.

“Got you, fucker,” I growl as I struggle to my feet, my entire left side banged up.

Luca comes running toward me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I walk to the car, yank open the back door and train my weapon on a semi-conscious Mazur. “Finally, we meet in person.”

He lets out a groan, turning his head to look at me.

Switching my gun to my left hand, I reach into the car with my right, grab hold of the back of his coat, and drag his ass out onto the road.

“Need help?” Luca asks.

“No. I’ve got it,” I mutter as I start to drag Mazur back toward the docking bays.

Luca lets out a sharp whistle. “Some help over here.”

A couple of my men run toward us, and only when they’re surrounding Mazur, do I let go so they can pick him up.

He groans something ineligible, as they carry him toward the club.

Luca throws his arm around my shoulders. “That was some badass moves.”

“Yeah, but I’m getting too old for this shit,” I mutter. Glancing down at my ripped shirt, my left arm grazed and oozing blood, I let out a sigh.

“Age is just a number,” Luca chuckles.

My phone starts vibrating, and I wince as I pull it from my pocket. Seeing Emre’s name, relief floods my chest.

“Give me good news,” I answer.

“I’ve got the woman. Sort of. She’s like a damn wildcat.

“Call Lara so she can talk to her mother and calm her down,” I order.

“I also have a man named Jan Grabowski who’s willing to pay a shit ton, so I don’t kill him.”

“Bring him to the club.”

“How are things there?”

“Hold on.” I tuck the device in my pocket, and jumping, I grab hold of the ledge of a docking bay and pull myself up. Once I’m standing again, I take hold of the phone. “Everything’s pretty much taken care of. Some damage to the back of the club. Bodies. Blood. The usual.”

“And Mazur.”

“On his way to the freezer.”

I hear Emre suck in a deep breath. “Finally.”

“Get your ass back here for the grand finale.”

“On my way.”

I end the call and follow my men as they carry Mazur to the freezer, where he will spend his last hours.

Chapter 45

Lara

When my phone rings and I see Emre’s name, my heart shrivels into a black hole.

No.

God, please.

My hands start to tremble, and my thumb hovers over the little circle.

There’s only one reason why Emre would call me. Something happened to Gabriel.

A sob builds in my chest.

“Your phone’s ringing,” Nisa says.

“I know.” I take a trembling breath, swipe across the screen, and bring the phone to my ear. “Hello.” My voice quivers.

“Hi, it’s Emre.”



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