I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

“In nature, there are neither rewards nor punishments—there are consequences.”

“Before you take that test,” Beast begins, and I shudder at the sound of his voice. It reminds me of how he felt when he was inside of me, and I hate that. I don’t want to remember it because then I’ll want to repeat it. “Know that I’m on your side. Period.”

It never truly occurred to me until that moment how completely and utterly alone that I am.

That’s when I learn a very powerful lesson: to survive, you can pretend, you can lie, and you can swallow back the blood until you find an opportunity for attack.

Guess I was born ruined, but now I’m dressed in sin. It’s an outfit I wear like a designer dress, as proud of it as a red-carpet gown, something to show off. It’s in my blood, that awful, awful blood that I share with Cat.

I didn’t want them to cage me. I’ve just traded a chrome cage for a gilded one.

“Let’s make a pact, okay? No matter what happens, you have my back, and I have yours.” He smiles at me and leans in, pressing a light kiss to my lips, like a promise for tomorrow. “Deal,” he says, and then, when I try to turn over, he moves his hand to my face and holds me there. Even though it’s pitch-black, I can see the reflection of the moon in his pale irises. “For all my faults, I never lie. I will have your back, Gidge, no matter what.”

“I missed you so much,” Grainger grates out through gritted teeth as I dig my fingers into his rust-red hair and yank on one of his lip rings with my teeth. “I hate you so much.”

“After Grainger brought you to the compound, you bummed a smoke from Sin, and that’s the last thing I can recall. Only the five of us know you traded us for that boy.”

Sin looks devastated; Grainger is furious. Crown is … I don’t even have words to describe that man right now.

“Did you wrong more than once,” Beast admits, shaking his head. “I won’t make that mistake again.” He gives me a long, hard look. “This is the last time I’mma say this: three people. Nobody else. After our wedding, I can’t promise I’ll be inclined to share.”

permission from a place of submission is often just coercion at its finest.

I am a traitor to the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. The Last Judgement. A final and eternal deliverance of the club—whether they know it or not. Whether I know it or not.

“If Gaz touches you, we get to kill him together.”