Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners 3)

I look at the pen again, and really wanting to give Gabriel something back, I decide to get it. “I’ll take it,” I inform the man.

My stomach starts to spin like crazy as I watch the store assistant close the beautiful wooden box the pen comes in. When I have to pay, my hand trembles.

It’s for Gabriel.

I swipe the card and enter my pin just as Murat joins me again. “Ready to head home?”

As I carefully take the package from the cashier, I press it to my chest, ready to guard it with my life.

I nod quickly. “Yes, let's hurry.”

So I can hide the gift safely under my bed until I can give it to Gabriel.

Chapter 32

Gabriel

Worried about Lara, I can hardly focus on my work.

When Murat doesn’t respond to my message, asking if they’re okay, I press dial on his number.

He immediately answers after two rings, “Evet?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Evet. We should be heading back home in the next ten minutes.”

“Did Lara find a gift for my grandmother?” I go stand in front of the window overlooking the street below.

“Yes, she found a vase.” He pauses, then lets out a chuckle. “Lara was shocked when she saw her bank balance. She thinks it’s a mistake.”

“Tell her not to worry. Why are you still at the mall if she already found a gift?”

Murat pauses, then says, “Lara’s… ah… she’s looking at a dress.”

“What kind of dress?”

“A shimmery one… Hell, I don’t know. I know nothing about women’s clothing. The kind they wear to events,” he rambles, sounding uncomfortable.

“Does she like it?”

“Evet.”

“Get it for her,” I order.

“What?” he balks.

“Get the fucking dress for Lara.”

“But, Gabriel Bey … she said she won’t wear something like it.”

Thinking he’s afraid she’ll argue with him, I say, “After you’ve dropped her off at home, you go back and buy the damn dress.”

“I don’t know her size.”

“She’s a four,” I inform him. “Make sure she doesn’t see it and put it in my room.”

“Evet.” He lets out a sigh. “I’ll get the dress.”

Ending the call, I check the time on my wristwatch. She should be home by ten. Taking a relieved breath, I leave the office to find Emre.

He’s sitting behind the monitors, checking data with Elif.

“Any updates?” I ask.

Elif gives me an excited look. “He was spotted in New York.” She brings up an image of Mazur and Dudek, his guard, leaving a hotel.

“Finally,” I mutter as I lean closer. I stare at the old man, the need to take his last breath from him rearing up inside my chest. “Don’t lose him.”

“Evet,” Elif says. “I’ll get someone to follow him to make sure we don’t lose him.”

I have to wait until after my grandmother’s birthday before I can attack and wipe him out once and for all.

“What do you want me to do?” Emre asks.

“Tell the men to be on standby. The day after the party, we’re ending this.”

With most of the work done at Vengeance, Emre and I head to Retribution, where they’re busy renovating the club. I’m having an extra area built onto the main building where I can have another gambling section and offices.

I’m doing this with all the clubs, so I don’t have to do all my business from Vengeance, and we can switch up our routines. Right now, we’re making it too easy for the enemy to plan an attack against us. At least if we keep moving between the five clubs, they’ll never be sure which one we’ll be at.

Emre and I spend the day reviewing the floorplans and checking that everything we’ve ordered has arrived.

“You sure three docking bays will be enough?” Emre asks.

“Evet.” My eyes scan over the plans again, then I explain, “Retribution is smaller than Vengeance. Having more docking bays will draw attention.”

“Right.”

It’s after midnight by the time I mutter, “Let’s get some sleep before Eymen arrives.”

Emre lets out a groan as we head out of the building. “Eymen I love, but damn, Ayesenur Hanim and Eslem drive me insane.”

“It’s just for a week.”

He gives me a tortured expression. “Please try to remember Eslem is not my cousin. The woman can’t take no for an answer.”

I let out a chuckle. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about you fucking her.”

“Yuck.” He pulls a disgusted face. “I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole.”

I’m not looking forward to their visit either and really wish my grandmother would reconsider this tradition of having a party just so they can visit. I know they’re family, but I’ve never been close with them.

Even my relationship with Eymen is more business-related, with him controlling Turkey for me.

When we arrive home, and I walk into my bedroom, there’s a big square box on my bed. I lift the lid, and seeing shimmering silver fabric, I pull the dress out and hold it up.