The Sinner's Club [18+] Complete

chapter fourteen.

BUMP. BUMP. BUMP.

I am jostled back and forth. A musty smell surrounds me, darkness blanketing me. My eyelids are heavy, my limbs feel dead.

Where am I? What's going on?

Another bump. Scratchy carpet against my arm. I realize I'm in the boot of a car, and whatever road we're driving on isn't properly paved. A dirt road maybe.

My head feels woozy, like I am coming out of the deepest sleep I've ever had.

The car comes to an abrupt stop, followed by a moment of silence.

My eyes almost slide closed again, but then the boot of the car pops open, silver moonlight pouring in.

A dark shadow stands above me.

I try to push myself back, away from him, but he reaches forward and yanks me out of the trunk roughly. My head spins, the whole world spinning with it.

I feel like I'm going to be sick, bile rising in my throat.

"Come on, move it." His voice is rough. Hand gripping my arm, he yanks me forward, and I slowly take in my surroundings.

To my right, a long gravel driveway leads to high, wrought iron fencing. Beyond that is a dense forest, only the dark shapes of trees visible.

To my left is a house.

It is perhaps the biggest house I have ever seen and looks as though it was plucked from a horror movie about a haunted mansion that kills anyone who steps foot in it.

I start to struggle, though my feet are fumbling and my limbs heavy.

"Cut it out," the man hisses, jerking me harshly. He drags me up the front stairs and to the double, wooden doors. Another of Dario's henchmen waits there and opens the doors for us. The sweeping foyer is lit by a beautiful glass chandelier, but my attention is drawn to the dozen different locks on the front doors.

They are meticulously bolted shut.

"This way. Move!"

I am forced up the large staircase, the cream carpet plush beneath my feet.

"You don't have to do this." My voice comes out hoarse and panicked. "Please, this is wrong. He can't get away with this, please–"

I am slammed up against the wall, the breath knocked from my body, black dots dancing in front of my vision.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. I don't want to hear your voice again."

This time, I do as I am told.

Either these men are unflinchingly loyal to Dario or they're just as disgusting as he is.

I let the man pull me down a long corridor with intricate, burgundy wallpaper and toss me into a spacious but dark bedroom. The door closes behind me with a click. Then, I hear the turning of a key in a lock.