Sinner Read Online Free

Sinner
Book: Sinner Read Online Free
Author: Minx Hardbringer, Natasha Tanner
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for me to complete this job. Hopefully, Vladimir wouldn't be that stupid because I need her to get close to Tom, but you never know.
    The black SUV is waiting for me outside the diner. The Russian mafia is nothing if not completely cliché. At least thing one and thing two don't sit in the back with me in the middle. One of them drives and one sits in the third-row seats. It would be almost comical having him squished back there if it wasn’t' for the gun I know he's holding to my back.
    "You know, you guys don't have to come get me every time Vladimir wants to talk. You could just call. You're holding my sister. It's not like I'm going to ignore you." I say trying to relieve some of my nervousness.
    "You don't like the way we do things, you take it up with the boss. See how far that gets you." Thing one says in a thick Russian accent and then laughs.
    The rest of the ride to Vladimir Mikhailov's mansion is silent. When we arrive, the goons usher me inside.
    Vladimir is waiting in his mansion's rec room when we arrive. He's sitting at his black lacquer bar drinking a vodka and watching two young women in very short skirts play ping pong.
    "Ah, just the man I wanted to see!" He's pretty tipsy, but that doesn't mean he's not dangerous.
    "Vladimir, what can I do for you?" I try to suppress my anger.
    I can feel it boiling under the surface watching him having fun while my sister is under the house in a dark holding cell. I have to keep it together, though. Losing my temper will only hurt Sophie.
    "I want an update on our little project. I hope it's good news. I'd hate to have to give you some incentive to try harder." He says in a barely perceptible Russian accent. Vladimir has been in the country for a lot longer than his goons, but you can still pick up a hint of his accent.
    "I don't have the drive yet, Mr. Mikhailov, but I've got Tom Hunt's personal assistant working with me now," I say in a voice that disguises the rage that tastes like bile in my throat.
    "That news is okay. I was hoping for better. Your sister was hoping for better, Adam. How do you know you can trust this woman? You realize the cost if you make a mistake?"
    "I do, and I know I can trust her. She didn't say so, but this Tom character has hurt her. Lilith wants revenge even if she hasn't admitted it yet." I wince when I realize that I've said her name. I'm sure Vladimir already knows who she is, but I want to draw as little attention to her as possible. I have to save Sophie, but I don't want to sacrifice Lilith to do it.
    "You're going to have to speed things up. I've received information that indicates that Mr. Hunt is in negotiations with the Italians and the Chinese. If one of them meets his price before you steal the information, it's lights out for you and your sister. Do you understand?"
    "I do. I've made progress, Mr. Mikhailov. How is Sophie? Is she getting her medicine? Can I see her? Just for a minute. Please." I hate begging any man for anything, but I know it will help Sophie to see me. I will plead at this man's feet if I can make her feel better.
    "I'll give you two minutes." He says and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief. "Take him down to see the girl. Stay close." He says to thing two standing behind me.
    Sophie has a congenital heart defect. She's been very sick since she was a little girl. Our parents died when I was eight and Sophie was just a toddler. We had no family that would take us in, so we ended up in foster care.
    Sophie saved me, though. Since she had serious medical problems, she went into the Catholic foster care system instead of the state system. The Church was better equipped to pay for her treatment, and they found a family that was willing to take care of her.
    They also believed in keeping families together, so I got to stay with her. That kept me out of the state system too. I don't know what would have happened to me if I'd gone into state foster care or a group home. I wouldn't be the man I am today. Yeah, I'm a
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