75. Cole
COLE
There are no windows in the room—no clocks. No way to measure time except for the footsteps in the hallway and the meals that appear without a word. The only light I have is a bulb dangling from the ceiling with makes a constant crackling noise.
It’s like it’s laughing at me.
But we’ll see who gets the last laugh, because there is no fucking way this is how my life ends.
For the millionth time since they chained me down here, I rattle them to test their strength, wrists burning against the steel.
Four feet away sits a metal chair. Every day, I try to reach it.
Every day, I come up short.
The door opens. I brace myself.
Gabriel Reyes steps inside, immaculate in a dark suit. He smiles as he removes his jacket and hangs it neatly by the door. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
I glare at him. He says the same fucking thing every time he comes here.
He crosses the room and settles into the chair I’ve spent weeks trying to reach, his legs sprawled out like the pretender he is—like he knows exactly what I’ve been thinking.
Of course he does.
He starts to roll back his cuffs, unhurried—calm—like this is just another meeting on his calendar. “You know, my brother said I should just kill you,” he says without looking up.
My pulse spikes. I keep my expression flat. I won’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
Gabriel stretches his arms, flexing his hands before he cracks his knuckles. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Bastard.
Flashing a pleasant smile, he stands. “Ready to get started?”
Every sinner has a past,
and some are impossible to outrun.
Hendricks doesn’t even try.
Want a taste of UNTAMED SINNER?
Read on for a sneak peek.
You’ve already crossed the line by finishing this book.
Might as well come closer.