Deviant Sin
Cruel Desires Series
Lee Piper
Copyright 2020 by Lee Piper
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Contents
Also by Lee Piper
About this Book
Soundtrack
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
All Of Me
Lie To Me
End Of Me
Sing To Me
Song For Me
Bad For Me
Connect with Lee
Acknowledgments
About the Author
For C. Temple. My hero.
Also by Lee Piper
Cruel Desires Series
Deviant Sin
Cruel Saint
Bad Angel
Vicious Storm
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Rock Me Series
All of Me
Lie to Me
End of Me
Sing to Me
Song for Me
Bad for Me
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Mondez Series
Rock My World
Rock My Body
About this Book
I’m rich, angry and powerful, and I have one thing in my sights—revenge.
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Nothing’s going to stop me from executing my plan and taking down the man who dares to call himself my father. Not even her.
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With curves for days, hair a man can wrap his fist around, and a mouth begging to be owned, Temple thinks she can stop me. Dragging her into my world, putting a target on her back—it’s all part of the plan.
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Claiming her wasn’t.
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But now I’m addicted to playing her traitorous body like a weapon, and the only thing that will save me is sacrificing her.
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There’s a reason they call me ‘Sin’.
Soundtrack
“We’ve Seen the Butcher” –Deftones
“Time Traveler” –Breaking Orbit
“My Direction” –Breaking Orbit
“Responses” –Circles
“Wheels in Motion” –Circles
“Verum Infiniti” –Circles
“Stonk” –Osaka Punch
“Of Mind—Nocturne” –TesseracT
“Phantom Bride” –Deftones
“Mankiller” –Osaka Punch
“Blackest Eyes” –Porcupine Tree
“Goon Squad” –Deftones
“Prince” –Deftones
“Oxygen” –Twelve Foot Ninja
“Sunrise” –TesseracT
Prologue
Sin
Three Years Ago
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“I told you, Siobhan,” my father yells at my mother. “You will not disgrace the Brandt name.”
Shit.
Dumping my backpack, I sprint the length of the hallway, skirting around the final corner in time to see my mother staggering to her feet.
Like a true Irishwoman, she doesn’t back down from my power-hungry mob boss father.
“No, you talked about this, Aaidan,” Mom slurs. “I didn’t have any say in the conversation. You barked orders and expected me to comply like you always do.” She chugs half her wine in one go and points at him with the glass in her hand. “Well, guess what? I’m not taking orders from you anymore.”
“Sit the fuck down, woman.” Dad yanks the glass from her and hurls it.
I dive between her and Dad. The glass shatters against the wall, and shards slice my arms and cheek, but I ignore them. “Mom, chill.” She knows better than to disrespect Dad.
“No.” She stumbles, and I reach for her. Steadying herself against the kitchen counter with one hand, she bats me away with the other as she glares at Dad. “I won’t be silenced any longer.”
With his ever-present phone in his hand and disgust etched across his face, Dad shakes his head. “Get yourself cleaned up. You’re a fucking disgrace.”
Before I can stop her, Mom lunges.
Hurling herself at Dad, she drunkenly pounds her fist into his jaw “I hate you! I hate you.”
“You ungrateful bitch.” Dad backhands her.
The force knocking her down, Mom sprawls on the floor.
Hands fisted, I step in front of her and give my father one warning. “Leave her alone.”
Still on the floor, Mom doesn’t give up the fight. “If it weren’t for my boys, I would’ve left years ago!”
Ignoring her, the prick snorts at me. “What are you going to do about it, boy? You’re worthless. If it weren’t for my protection, you and this whore would be dead.”
“Whore?” Mom yells. “You disgusting pig, I’ve been faithful to you! And look where it got me—married to a murdering monster. Even one minute of freedom would be better than a lifetime with you.”
Dad stills. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.” Clambering to her feet, Mom rights herself. “I don’t love you. I never did.” She spits in his face.
Dad punches her.
Mom’s head snaps back, her body contorting in an awkward twist right before her temple slams into the countertop. The sickening crunch of flesh and bone colliding with granite echoes through the kitchen.
She hits the floor.
“Mom!” Dropping to my knees, I reach for her, but there’s so much blood. “Mom.”
Eyes open, body still, the concave, gaping wound on the side of her head bleeding out, she doesn’t a
nswer.
“Do something,” I yell at Dad. “Call 911!”
The phone in his hand is now covered in her blood. Dad casually wipes it on his suit pants.
“Now,” I roar, futilely pressing my hand to Mom’s head, desperate to stop the bleeding.
Cold, unhurried, my father finally dials.
But he doesn’t call 911.
“Cillian,” he barks into the phone. “You’re needed at the house.” Glancing at his cell, he sneers in disgust as a drop of Mom’s blood runs down his hand. “And bring me a new cell phone.” He hangs up.
Mom’s already prone body suddenly goes completely still, and she stops breathing.
“Mom.” I shake her once. “Mom.”
No.
NO.
Rage and grief suck all the air from the room, and I can’t breathe. “You killed her,” I whisper, hoarse.
Grabbing a towel off the counter, he wipes his hand. “I’ll kill you too if you utter a word of this to anyone.” Collecting his keys, he tosses the towel at me and steps over Mom. “Clean up this mess. I’m going to the office.”
The motherfucker walks out.
Chapter One
TEMPLE
Four Months Ago
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“Yo, anyone there?” a deep voice calls. “Dez? Where you at, man?”
I straighten from beneath the hood of the car I’m working on. “Dez isn’t…” Oh. My. God. “…here.”
Tall.
Built.
Hot as hell.
He’s the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen.
I wipe my hands on an oily rag when I really want to check my reflection to see if my hair is as crazy as I think it is. “What can I do for you?”
He scans my body, lingering on my hips. “Where’s Dez?”
“Out.”
“When will he be back?”
“In fifteen years.”
Pausing, he fixes me with a heavy stare. “I see.”
“I doubt it.” I haven’t exactly advertised the fact that my asshole father got put away for drug trafficking. It’s bad for business. So long as I keep the garage going, fix cars on time and at a good price, no one cares who’s doing the grunt work.
The stranger’s gaze lingers on the strap that’s come loose on my overalls. “You his apprentice or something?”
“Or something.”
The corner of his mouth kicks up. “Daughter.”
“Bingo.” As hot as he is, I need him gone. I’ve got three cars to finish, a heap of paperwork to fill out, and college application fees to pay. “Now, what can I do for you?”
“My car needs service.”
I take in the bright yellow, limited edition Ferrari 488 Pista behind him. “That model literally rolled off the production line a month ago.”
He shrugs.
“It’s brand-new. What could possibly be wrong with a three-hundred-and-forty-thousand-dollar ride?”
Staring, he doesn’t answer.
Since I’m in no place to knock back paying customers, I walk over to inspect it. But he quickly inserts himself between me and the car, forcing me to take a step back.
Pushing his hands deep in his jeans pockets, he leans against the side. “What time do you close?”
I pause. “Why?”
“A time, babe.”
“Babe? We met five minutes ago.” Needing his business more than I need an ego boost, I gesture to the hood. “Can you open it for me?”
“Sure.” He doesn’t move.
What’s with this guy? “Sometime this century would be good.”
He smirks. “I’ll open the hood, but it’ll cost you.”
Jesus. “Look, I’m sure women fall for the whole smoldering good looks, mental foreplay, and killer car combination, but I’m on a deadline here. Do you want me to look at your car or not?”
He leans in close, the scent of salt and sea spray emanating from his skin. “I’m taking you out. I’ll pick you up from here at eight.”
When I don’t answer, he tucks some of my hair behind my ear.
Shivers dance across my skin. “I never said—”
Another Ferrari Pista, this one black, pulls up next to the curb. The tinted window lowers, and, from it, a carbon copy of the guy in front of me appears. “Sin, come on, man. We’ve gotta boost.”
Sin? Thinking hard, I try to place the name. I know I’ve heard it someplace, but for the life of me, I can’t remember where.
With his gray eyes fixed on me, Sin skims my cheek with his knuckles. “Be ready.”
“I’m not going out with you.” My voice is lower, huskier than before.
“You sure about that?”
Yes. No. I don’t know. Ten minutes ago, I had my life all planned. I’d finish working on the cars, and the overtime would cover the rent on this place, my college application fee, and some basic food. I’d work my ass off over summer and hope to God I earned enough for the first semester. Then I’d ace my classes, apply for a full scholarship and, if that fell through, I’d try for a student loan. Either way, I’d move forward and never look back.
But now…?
I’m stupidly thinking about a date with a stranger.
Taking his keys from his pocket, he drops them into my hand. “A friend will pick my car up later.”
I glance from him to the keys and back again. “You never told me what you want fixed.”
Sin backs away, his killer smirk firmly in place. “You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”
For the first time, I look past his handsome face, and foreboding knots my stomach.
Hoping this isn’t what I think it is, the keys a sudden dead weight in my palm, I practically choke on my own stupidity. “Wait! You can’t leave your expensive car here.”
He either doesn’t hear or doesn’t want to, because seconds later, the Ferrari speeds off.
Grabbing my cell, I frantically type Sin’s name, followed by the words “twin” and “Bayside” as I hope like hell the ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach is hunger.
Holy shit.
I can’t read fast enough.
Son of the notorious mob boss, The Collector. Twin to a certified womanizer. Accused but never convicted of arson, drug running, violence, murder.
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I quickly scan the garage to make sure I’m alone, then I pop the trunk. “Please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong,” I chant, my eyes clenched shut. “I don’t want to let some drug-dealing mob asshole use the garage as a drop-off point.”
Peeling one eye open, my heart stops, then kicks into overdrive. A black duffel bag sits innocuously in the center.
Tearing it open, I choke back a string of curses.
Thousands of dollars’ worth of cocaine.
Illegal drugs.
“Goddammit!” Tearing my fingers through my hair, I curse my fucking dad for not finding an honest way to pay the bills.
“Well, Dad, you might have been a pushover, but I’m not.”
Screw this.
Knowing what I need to do, wondering if I’ll live through the night once I do it, I grab my phone to call 911.
“That’s my car,” a female voice snaps behind me.
Dropping my cell, I spin.
A girl wearing designer everything saunters toward me as she points to the Ferrari. “I’m here to pick it up.”
Panic freezes my heart.
She plants her hands on her hips. “Hello, do you speak English? I said, I want my car. Give me the keys.”
It hits me like an uppercut knocking me flat on my ass.
There’s no escape.
I can’t call the cops. The Collector owns this town and everyone in it. If people like Sin, his brother, and this rich bitch are pawns in his dealings, then what chance do I have?
Angry at my dad, myself, and this whole damn situation, I throw the keys at her. “Take your car and get the hell out of my garage.”
Grabbing the keys midair, she narro
ws her eyes. “Careful who you throw shit at, bitch. You don’t want to make an enemy out of me. Trash like you is easy to dispose of.”
My heart pounding, my breath short, I level her with a look. “Get off my property.”
“Your funeral, trash.” Sliding into the driver seat, she starts the engine.
A second later, she’s peeling out of the garage.
Dropping to my knees, I curse my father and the shitstorm he created.
Chapter Two
SIN
Present Day
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Her first mistake was standing me up.
Her second mistake was being MIA every time I went to her piece of shit garage. That insult’s punishable, and I’m going to cash in on it with fucking interest.
Her third mistake is not blending in with the other dicks as they leave the auditorium. Her faded jeans and worn T-shirt do fuck all to hide what’s beneath. Chick’s got curves for days, hair a man can wrap his fist around, and a mouth begging to be fucked.