Wrath: The Deadliest Sin Series, #1

By Gwyn McNamee

All I see is red.
Blood.
Pain.
Rage.
It consumes me.
The moment he took her, wrath invaded my soul.
I only have one purpose. 
End him and take back what's mine. 
Love isn't always clean, and wrath is the deadliest sin.

 

Wrath is the first book in The Deadliest Sin series about organized crime in Philly and Chicago. This series is best read in order beacuse the stories occur chronologically and each sin builds on the events of the previous one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gwyn McNamee
• Release date: Feb 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386368632

Gwyn McNamee

Gwyn McNamee is an attorney, writer, wife, and mother (to one human baby and two fur babies). Originally from the Midwest, Gwyn relocated to her husband’s home town of Las Vegas in 2015 and is enjoying her respite from the cold and snow. Gwyn has been writing down her crazy stories and ideas for years and finally decided to share them with the world. She loves to write stories with a bit of suspense and action mingled with romance and heat. When she isn’t either writing or voraciously devouring any books she can get her hands on, Gwyn is busy adding to her tattoo collection, golfing, and stirring up trouble with her perfect mix of sweetness and sarcasm (usually while wearing heels). Gwyn is the author of The Hawke Family series, The Slip Series, The Deadliest Sin Series, The Inland Seas Series, The Supernatural Love Stories in the Absurd (written as her alter-ego, DP Payne), and several stand-alone novels.

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Wrath

Wrath

The Deadliest Sin Series - Book 1

Gwyn McNamee

Wrath

© 2017, 2019 Gwyn McNamee

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, or organizations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Preface

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

Sneak Peek at After Wrath

About the Author

OTHER WORKS BY GWYN MCNAMEE

To everyone who fights for what they love, even through the darkest of days.

Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.

- Frederick Buechner

Prologue

The thing about having blood on my hands is, I don’t want to wash it off.

Isn’t that what you’re supposed to want to do?

Yet, standing here, over the shredded, unrecognizable body of Tarek, my hands dripping with his blood, there is no regret. No remorse. No nagging conscience screaming at me. Nothing but an overwhelming sense of relief floods my body.

But it doesn’t last. It can’t.

Yelling and the pop of gunshots break my reverie and remind me where I am, and why.

This isn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

1

Three Weeks Earlier

Jade’s cunt wrapped around my cock is the greatest feeling in the world. It’s better than any drug I’ve ever tried, any booze I’ve ever drank, and any high I’ve ever experienced from killing for a living.

I never thought I’d find solace in a woman.

Women were things that served a purpose. Holes to fill and places to get on and get off. But then, I saw Jade…

Griffin!

My name on her lips sends me into overdrive. Thrust after relentless thrust, I pound into her, racing toward a climax I know will steal my breath and vanquish any lingering ghosts from my head. My fingers tighten in her auburn hair, and I jerk her head back and to the side so I can sink my teeth into her neck.

The salty taste of her flesh is my undoing. I empty myself into her, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins.

JADE! My roar of her name echoes in the sparse room in a voice that doesn’t even sound like mine.

I collapse on top of her and roll to my side, bringing her with me. I press her back to my chest. My heart thuds against her warm, damp skin, and her heaving chest presses against my palms splayed across her breasts.

Absolute. Total. Bliss.

Something I never thought I’d find after everything I’ve done. You don’t torture, maim, defile, and tear people apart and then get the kind of love Jade has given me. At least, you shouldn’t.

Her hand slides up and around the back of my neck. You okay, Griff?

Mmm…

It’s not much of a response, but it’s really all I can manage at the moment. Between the explosive orgasm and the sudden rush of memories, I’m physically and mentally spent.

She pulls her arm back and turns to face me. The green eyes I’ve looked into for the last two years still hold the same reverence and love they did the first time we laid like this.

Who the fuck knows why?

Even at the beginning, she knew who I was, what I was, what I did. Yet, she gave herself over to me without question, without even the slightest hesitation.

She is my angel, and I am her demon.

Her fingers slip into my hair, and she scratches my scalp softly. A contented growl rumbles in my chest, and my eyes slip closed.

Mmm…keep doing that.

Warm, wet lips find mine. Her tongue probes until I open for her and return the kiss.

My cock stirs between us, and I break away, putting some much-needed distance between her luscious body and my overly eager one.

You need to stop if we’re going to make it to the party on time.

The coy bat of her eyelashes should warn me of her intentions, but when her hand wraps around my hard flesh, my body jerks, and my heart races like the first time she ever touched me.

Her wicked tongue snakes out and across her lips. We can be a few minutes late.

A few minutes? I should be insulted.

"When have you ever known me to only last a few minutes, e dashur?"

My love.

I capture her grin with my mouth before pushing away and slipping from the bed. If I don’t put considerable distance between us, we won’t make the party, and I know how important it is to her.

Jade gave up everything to be with me—money, power, authority, and, most of all, her safety. She knew it would mean changing our names and disappearing, leaving all her family and friends and the life she always knew. It meant giving up the promise of being royalty in our world, and it meant always running, always looking over her shoulder. But she did it anyway…for me. Because she somehow managed to see beyond what I did, who I was, to my core, to where what I was doing was beginning to eat away at me like a fucking cancer.

So, the fact she has finally found some friends, people she can truly be herself—or at least her new self—with, means everything to her…and me. I’m not going to let my throbbing cock and her tempting pussy derail us from making the party.

You. Shower. Now. I’m going to let Bruiser out, then spray off, then we are out of here.

Her eyes glitter with mischief, and she shifts up onto her knees. "Are you going