Page 27 of Sinful Lord

“How’s security in this place?” I ask, shoving the notepad back into his chest.

“I… this is a hospital, sir.”

“So it’s not good, then?”

“Our job is to treat our patients, nothing more.”

“Fine. I’ll take care of security,” I say. Turning around, I take out my phone and start writing a text to my nearest subordinates.

“Sir, we can’t accept—”

Stopping in my tracks, I turn around and shoot the feeble doctor a searing glare. It shuts him right the fuck up.

“You will accept whatever I give you, understand?”

“I… we don’t want any trouble.”

“Good, because I plan on making this hospital the safest place in Berlin. You’ll be hearing from my people. Soon. Don’t get in their way.”

I don’t give him another chance to respond. Turning away, I storm down the hall and out of the hospital.

When I step outside, the frigid air greets me like a slap to the face. I fight through it. Ahead, I can see the silhouette of the city’s foreign skyline. It’s covered in snow.

The sight is a taunting reminder that I’m a stranger in these lands. This isn’t my home turf. The people here don’t know that they shouldn’t fuck with me. Not yet.

I’ll teach them. I’ll teach every last one of them.

My fingers clench into fists as I get into my car. I light the ignition and peel out, raging directly into the unfamiliar city. But the chill doesn’t leave my skin. Even my anger has turned cold.

Fucking hell.

I crossed an ocean to get here, and it was for one singular reason.

Melina Kilpatrick.

She’s my key to everything. My guilty pleasure. My little dove.

This trip was never supposed to be anything more than a quick stop on a much larger journey. But now I can’t leave until I’ve taught Berlin a lesson it will never forget.

Don’t fuck with me.

I’ll conquer this skyline for Melina. Punish the people in it for daring to touch her. Burn the whole thing to the fucking ground.

That’s how I’ll warm her up, in the fire I light for her. When I’m done, she’ll never have to be cold again.

… And neither will I.

6

Tytus

My phone rings as I jimmy open the door to Melina’s apartment. I ignore the call. There are more pressing matters on my mind, even if I desperately miss the person I know is reaching out.

Soon, I tell myself. Everything will come together soon. First, I just need to make sure everything is in place. And that starts with Melina.

Nothing matters more.

Not even my estranged sister. Not yet.