Sin's Woman

Chapter 12

Copyright 2016
Chapter Twelve – I'm Hers, She Claimed Me

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**ALL CHARACTER 18+**
**EXPLICIT LANGUAGE CONTENT**
**MATURE CONTENT, PLEASE BE 16+ TO READ**

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
If you are triggered by talk of séxual violence and abûse, please do NOT read any further!!! GRAPHIC VERBAL CONTENT. Please do not read if you are triggered by such content. I apologize if this upsets or offends you in any way if you choose to read. YOU ARE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

RECAP:

"None of what you have told me was, or is, your fault, Sin Álvaro," I whisper softly, pulling back to gently push his head away from neck for him to look at me, "I don't pity you. Not for a second. I am so proud of you for telling me the truth, for trusting me. You were, you are, so brave and so strong for enduring all that you have. It made you who you are. The man that is holding me today. And while I despise the pain that you had to endure to get to where you are today...I am not sorry for the man that you are. The man that makes me feel something that I haven't felt since I was a little girl. The man that decided he was going to take care of me the moment he saw me. The man that forced me to be his. The man that is mine."

His face is one of shock as I lean up to place a soft kiss on his wet, tear stained, lips. "Y-yours?", he whispers, stunned.

I giggle softly, pecking his lips once more, "Mine."

I just claimed Sin Álvaro as my man. Screw Jack Lombardi. I am going to kill that piece of poop.

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"None of what you have told me was, or is, your fault, Sin Álvaro," She whispers softly, pulling away slightly to gently push my head back from her neck for me to look at her, "I don't pity you. Not for a second. I am so proud of you for telling me the truth, for trusting me. You were, you are, so brave and so strong for enduring all that you have. It made you who you are. The man that is holding me today. And while I despise the pain that you had to endure to get to where you are today...I am not sorry for the man that you are. The man that makes me feel something that I haven't felt since I was a little girl. The man that decided he was going to take care of me the moment he saw me. The man that forced me to be his. The man that is mine."

My mind reels as I stare down into the beautiful eyes of my sweet baby, "Y-yours?", I breathe, my eyes wide and my head dizzy. My sweet little girl that I had just selfishly tainted by telling her of my past, claimed me, and I can't fûcking function. From the moment I saw her, I knew. I fûcking knew that she was it. She was, she is, it for me. This tiny little woman has me wrapped around her whole fûcking being, and I wouldn't have it any other way. For all the bad shît that I've done, there must be a God, because He has certainly blessed me with my sweet angel.

Seven years in prison, the shît I had to do, the shît I had to see...it makes you question things. Tiny was always on my aśś, telling me God had a plan for me, I was worth more than I would ever know, or ever even think possible. And I didn't believe a word that left his big ašś mouth. But now, now I believe him. Because there must be a God, there just has to be. He blessed me with this sweet baby of mine. How else could I be so lucky, huh? Tiny was right, that mother fûcker.