Complete Sin Box Set

by Georgia Cates

  Ellison has been getting ready forever. I’ve heard countless swooshes of aerosol bottles. There’s no way she hasn’t used every one in the bathroom.

  I stand in the doorway looking at my watch. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”

  “I’m almost done.” I’ve heard that before.

  I swear she looks no different than she did when I stood here tapping my watch twenty minutes ago. “You look beautiful.”

  She smooths her hand over the back of her hair. “You don’t think it looks frizzy?”

  “No.”

  “Too poofy?”

  “No. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

  She whirls around and adjusts her dress. “Do I really look okay for an inception ceremony and partying at Duncan’s afterward?”

  Her dress is off one shoulder, black, and tight. S. E. X. Y. Her hair is twisted at her nape into some kind of loose knot with flowers scattered throughout. Oh, Mac and her Pinterest fashion addiction.

  “You are breathtaking.”

  That brings a smile to her face. “Do you remember telling me that your wife would be breathtaking?”

  I recall that day vividly. When Ellison asked me to describe the qualities of my wife, all I could think of was her. Wistfully wishing it could be her, but at that point thinking there was no way.

  “I remember. And I believe you hit every quality that I told you she would possess.” Ellison is everything I ever wanted in a mate.

  “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

  “So close.” And that pregnancy test is even closer. I’m anxious, excited, and terrified to find out the verdict.

  “I guess I’m ready to go.”

  I pat my chest over the interior pocket of my jacket for the hundredth time to make sure the black velvet box is still there. “Come on, Mac. Let's go make you one of us.”

  I’m adrenalized when everyone moves into place for Ellison’s inception ceremony but chills run up my spine when Thane begins to speak. “We have gathered here tonight to receive Ellison MacAllister into The Fellowship as one of our own. James Conall Breckenridge, do you accept responsibility for Ellison Brooke MacAllister?”

  “I do.”

  “Take the dagger.”

  I lift it from the table and grasp Ellison’s hand, my eyes apologizing for the pain I’m about to cause her. I wish she didn’t know this was coming.

  She winces when I drag the blade across the center of her palm. I pierce my own hand and lace our fingers together so we’re palm to palm. Blood runs the length of our forearms, collecting at our elbows.

  “Will you have her as your novice and guide her in the ways of the brotherhood?”

  I squeeze her hand, pressing our palms firmly together. “I will gladly have her as my novice and guide her in the ways of the brotherhood.”

  “Repeat after me, Ellison.”

  Thane states the adapted-to-fit-Ellison Fellowship decree and she repeats after him. “I will be loyal and never betray any of the secrets of The Fellowship. I will never violate the family of another member. I will allow my sisters to guide me in my role. My blood is Jamie’s blood, as his is now mine. From this day forward, we are one family known as The Fellowship. This I solemnly swear.”

  A few words, a little blood, and it’s done. Ellison is mine and one of us.

  Sin told me the ceremony would make me want to forget the party at Duncan’s. He was right. All I want to do is throw her over my shoulder, take her home, and ravish her.

  She is my blood. A part of me. No man or woman can break our bond. Only the power of death.

  Our people are waiting at Duncan’s to welcome Ellison into our family. It would be an insult to not show.

  “Bleu told me the ceremony was hot. She wasn’t kidding.”

  “I know. You have no idea how much I want to steer this vehicle in the direction of home instead of the bar.”

  “We have all night after the party.”

  “All night, hell? We have the rest of our lives.”

  “Very true.”

  Duncan’s is packed with well-wishers. I’m a little surprised to see so many of the brothers who publicly declared intent to claim Ellison—Logan included. I’m glad he came. Gave me a chance to speak to him about our argument regarding Ellison.

  “Speech. Speech. Speech,” the crowd chants. Shit. I’m not really prepared for that.

  “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” I take Ellison’s hand in mine and lead her onto the stage.

  She doesn’t look the least bit nervous. “I would like to start by thanking you for coming out tonight to celebrate my inception into The Fellowship. I’m incredibly grateful and overwhelmed by your acceptance. I look forward to coming to know each and every one of you.”

  There’s applause and cheers when Ellison finishes.

  My turn now. “There was a lot of interest in claiming Ellison. I feel it’s necessary to make it clear where she and I stand so there’s no confusion. I claimed her eleven days ago. I underwent endurance in her place three days later, hence the reason I’m limping and look like I’ve been hit by a train. She is mine. We have notified the district registrar of our intent to marry, and she will become my wife in eighteen days. But I left off one very important detail. I never properly asked her to be my wife.”

  This wasn’t how I planned to propose but it feels right.

  I drop to my knee and she covers her mouth with her hands. “Jamie.”

  I remove the black velvet box from the inner pocket of my jacket and pop it open. “Ellison Brooke MacAllister. We started out as acquaintances and then friends. I felt the change happening—the one where I was falling in love with you. It was a deep, profound, true love but I tried to fight it. Deny it. I thought I wasn’t the right man for you. I was wrong. Our love was inevitable. Totally and utterly beyond our control. It knew what we needed before I did. I love you, Ellison. I want to be your husband. I want to be the father of your children. Will you marry me?”

  She nods. The smile on her face isn’t one I’ve seen before. It’s pure joy and sunshine, and I feel like one very lucky son of a bitch. “Yes. I will marry you.”

  I take the ring from the box and slide it on to her finger before bringing it to my mouth for a kiss. “Into me, you see.”

  “Into me, you see.”

  My head throbs when I turn over to look at Ellison. Fuck. I drank way too much celebratory whisky last night.

  She smiles when my eyes meet hers. “Good morning.”

  I put my finger over my lips. “Shh. Don’t be so loud.”

  She giggles and whispers, “Good morning.”

  “Much better. Thank you.” I run my hands over my face. “Are you hungover?”

  “Umm… no. I wasn’t able to drink alcohol last night.”

  Shit. The pregnancy test. “Have you done it yet?”

  “No. I was waiting on you to wake up."

  “Well, fuck. Get in there and do it.”

  She slides out of bed. “Okay. Okay.”

  I rise and swing my legs around to sit on the side of the bed. This is it. The moment of truth. It could go down as a memory we’ll never forget.

  I hear the toilet flush and then I wait. And then I wait some more. She doesn’t come out so I get up and go to the door despite my head screaming at me to get back in bed. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  She opens the door and is holding the test in her hand. “Negative.” I think that’s sorrow in her voice.

  “Mac. You okay?”

  She bites her bottom lip for a second before shrugging. “I’m sadder than I thought I would be.”

  Although it’s not a loss, it sort of feels like it is. “Yeah. Me too.”

  “It’s weird. We made the decision to try to get pregnant, and I just expected it to happen.” She holds up the test. “I thought for sure I’d see two lines.”

  “Same here.”

  “You don’t think this means we’re going to hav
e fertility problems when we decide we want to have a baby, do you?”

  “Absolutely not. This was a long shot to begin with.” I pull her into my arms. “We have plenty of time for babies.” And now we have a little more time for us.

  “I’m twenty-eight. I don’t want to wait too long to start trying.”

  “Plenty of time, Mac.”

  Chapter 18

  Ellison Macallister

  I look at the person staring back at me in the full-length mirror. “This isn’t how I imagined my wedding day.”

  “What? You didn’t picture yourself living in Scotland marrying a man whose part of a notorious criminal organization? The one I infiltrated so I could kill its leader?”

  I sometimes forget that Bleu came here to kill Thane. The person she hated most in this world led her to the one she came to love most.

  “The only thing I got right is that I’m marrying a handsome doctor.” One I love with all my heart. That was always part of the plan.

  I had it all worked out—quite literally—in a pink, alphabetized three-ring binder. Beginning with my engagement and ending with my honeymoon.

  I planned on a ball gown silhouette. I’m wearing a mermaid.

  I planned on satin and pearls and sequins. I’m wearing vintage lace.

  I planned on my husband wearing a killer designer suit. Jamie is wearing a kilt. No complaints there, because damn, it’s hot.

  I planned on Dad giving me away. Sin will be the one to give me to Jamie.

  “I’m not upset or disappointed. It’s just very different from what I always dreamed about.”

  There’s a soft knock at the door. “Who is it?” Bleu asks.

  “Me,” Sin answers.

  “You don’t have Jamie with you?”

  “No.” Bleu opens the door and peeks through the crack. “He’s not with me, Bonny. Do you really think I’d risk your wrath by sneaking him up here to get a peek at your sister?”

  Sin is the leader of a criminal organization who is afraid to risk his wife’s wrath. Very entertaining.

  “Suppose not.”

  Bleu opens the door and allows her husband to enter. “Agnes just arrived to keep the babies.”

  “Oh, good. I’m always afraid she’s going to remember how bad it is keeping them and decide to not show up.”

  “They’re not that bad. They’re just numerous.”

  “The boys are bad, Elli. I’m their mother so I can say that about them.”

  “I feel bad they won’t be at my wedding.”

  “Well, don’t. I’m certain they’d turn it into a three-ring circus.”

  I’m their aunt. They should be there but Bleu insisted they skip the ceremony and come to the reception.

  A look passes between Bleu and Sin, and I don’t know what it means. “What? Is something wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. Sin has something really special for you.”

  “Something old? Something new? Something borrowed? Or something blue?”

  He reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket and takes out an envelope. My heart nearly stops the second I see Princess written across it in Dad’s handwriting.

  “Harry wanted to be with you in spirit so he asked me to give this to you on your wedding day.”

  “Oh my God.” My hands are trembling when I take the envelope from Sin. “I can’t believe you’ve had this for two years and never mentioned it.”

  “What would have been the chances of me hanging on to it had you known your father’s last words to you were in my possession?”

  “Right.” I would have demanded he hand it over. And I would have ruined this unexpected surprise.

  “This is amazing and heartbreaking at the same time.” I inhale deeply and exhale. “Did you know Sin had this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you for not spoiling this surprise.” Bleu has always been able to keep a secret. I, on the other hand, tend to open my big mouth.

  “We’re going to step out and let you have this time to yourself. Do not cry and mess up your makeup.”

  “You’re kidding me, right?”

  “Dad wrote that letter so he could be part of your big day. He wouldn’t want you to be sad.”

  Sin takes out a second envelope labeled Ellison’s Husband. “He wrote a letter to Jamie?”

  He nods. “He entrusted me to watch over you. That included making sure you chose a husband who would protect and cherish you. I knew Jamie was that man, and that your future would be in quality hands.”

  Sin holds up the letter. “And now we have another delivery to make.”

  My knees feel weak so I move to the sofa and sit before breaking the seal. God, this is going to be rough. I feel it coming.

  Princess,

  You are no longer a princess. You are now a queen marrying her king. I know you have chosen a man who will give you love, protection, honor, and respect, but it’s important you remember marriage is a two-way street. Give and take. That, aside from love, is the base for a wonderful marriage.

  It is my greatest hope that you have found love and happiness with the man you marry today. It is his responsibility to love, honor, and cherish you, but you owe him the same in return. Be there for him. Always remind your spouse how lucky you feel to call him husband. He should wake every morning knowing how much you love him without hearing the words.

  Marriage won’t always be easy. There will be times you want to quit so I’m giving you and your husband the same advice. Learn how to argue AND how to make up. Get it out of your system. Address the problem. Never, never, never go to bed angry with each other. Be willing to negotiate—but don’t confuse that with being a pushover.

  For my grandchildren. Let them see true love in your relationship with your husband. I challenge you to have a magnificent love story. Don’t read them the fairy tale. Live it daily for them to see.

  Now is the time for real life to begin, the one you’re building with your husband. I’ll be watching from afar. I’m always with you. I love you.

  Love,

  Dad

  Chapter 19

  Jamie Breckenridge

  Dear Ellison’s husband,

  I don’t have to tell you what a lucky man you are. If you’re marrying Ellison, then you already know.

  As a father, there are many things I want for my daughter—health, success, satisfaction—but above all I want her to feel love and know happiness. It is my greatest hope that she has found these things in you. I taught her to never settle for less than the best when it comes to her choice of spouse. You are the best. Don’t let her down. Be there to catch her when she falls. Remember how lucky you are that my princess chose you and never forget that she’s your prize. Never let her forget how loved she is.

  You will be the father of my grandchildren. Show them what real love is in the way you treat their mother every day. Have a love story all your own and lead them by example. Respect each other always. Be proud of Ellison and have true pride in the human being she is.

  It won’t always be easy. Ellison can be downright difficult at times, so it’s important you learn how to argue AND how to make up. Get it out of your system. Address the problem. Never, never, never go to bed angry with each other. From one man to another, learn to give an excellent apology.

  Love her. Protect her. Cherish her. Honor her. Always.

  Harry

  “Damn. I never expected my deceased father-in-law to reach out to me.” It’s unsettling to think about him writing this letter to me—a stranger to Ellison two years ago—while he lay on his deathbed.

  Sin chuckles. “That’s Harry. Always taking care of his family. Even looking out for his daughters from the grave.”

  Ellison often talks about how much her father loved her mother and how well he treated her. She has big expectations. “Ellison’s parents’ marriage is the standard by which she measures what ours should be like.”

  “Bleu is the same way. Trust me when I say that Harry set a high
bar. It’s pretty hard to live up to his legacy but when I looked at Harry, I saw the kind of man I wanted to be for Bleu. The kind of husband. The kind of father for our children. It was an honor to meet him and know him, if only for a short time.”

  Sin grew up like me. His parents hated each other. They didn’t lead by example except in how to twist the knife the hardest. “Is it ever a problem between you and Bleu? Not living up to Harry’s caliber?”

  “I thought it would be but it’s not. I don’t have to work at loving and cherishing Bleu. It comes naturally. And I’m certain it will with you and Ellison as well.”

  “I’m ready for the challenge.” I’m ready to love your daughter, Harry. I’m ready to protect her. Cherish her. Honor her. Always.

  Ellison is fire. I didn’t know how dark and cold my life was until she gave me her warmth and light. Her flame lit a spark inside my heart and her inferno engulfs me daily. I will always burn for her and be consumed by her love. Although endurance was the most painful experience of my life, it was as necessary as breathing. My sacrifice brought her into my life forever. She is my life. She is my future. She is my one. My family. I will always remember how lucky I am that Harry’s princess, my Elli, chose me, and I’ll never forget that she’s my prize.

  “Let’s do this.”

  Epilogue

  Westlyn Breckenridge

  Today I stand before these Fellowship and Order members in a long flowing dress with a bouquet in hand as a bridesmaid. A week from now I’ll be the bride. The one wearing white, walking down an aisle toward her husband-to-be, joining herself to a man forever.

  A man who stole me.

  A man who held me captive.

  A man who brought me to ecstasy.