Sinister 2 Milo Novels & Stories

My children. Oh God... Before I could breath again ,Marco placed an automatic next to Milo's stomach , right on point with his liver. He stepped between us so fast I barely registered it. His hand closed around Milo’s collar, not violently—but with enough quiet menace that Milo’s face drained of color. “You wouldn't like yourself if Nero found you here” Marco said calmly and prodded Milo with the gun. Milo swallowed. " You saw what he did to the man who laid a finger on her at the party ...."

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

Not even a glance. But the damage was already done. The moment I saw him, I was sure of two things. One was that Sebastian Whitlock wasn’t just powerful. He was lethal. And two no amount of rules could save me now. --- By noon, I still hadn’t stopped replaying it. The voice. The stare. The way he said “Miss Monroe” like he was tasting it. It was stupid. He probably didn’t remember me. Hell, I actually hoped he didn’t. “Eyes up, rookie,” supervisor Anderson grunted, snapping me back to my reality. “We’re going into a client pitch. Don’t speak. Don’t even think about blinking.”

He said, walking in with confidence like always, calm and composed. I didn’t respond immediately. I let the silence sting. Then finally, I ordered: “Shut the door.” Milo obeyed. Slowly. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, voice low and sharp like a blade. “Milo… what have I done to deserve your silence?” Milo blinked. “What do you mean?” I stood, walked to him, stared at him as if searching his pupils for lies. “Who is threatening your life that might make you think of betraying me?”

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

We always have been, and I don’t ever want to lose that. “I don’t know who was behind it, but they knew what way we were travelling, and there were a lot of them. Milena… she- she did well, but if she wasn’t a skilled fighter, she would be dead.” There, I admitted it. Sia pauses and looks at me. “Skilled?” “She’s part of the Arkan. She’s Milo’s sister and my mate.” Sia gasps, almost dropping the bottle in her hand. “She’s your mate!”

One of the men spoke to Mila as they continued walking. “Won’t it be fun to have her murdered by someone else? My niece thinks she’s a rival for me. Ha! To me, Selena is just a baby caught in my claws, and tonight she is going to die for her arrogance.” Mila replied with an evil smile. A while later, Jin saw her mother walking toward her with a pleasing look, and she wondered what wicked deeds her mother had done to wear such an expression. “The drug has been put into the alpha drink,” Mila whispered to Jin after she had moved closer to her daughter.

The bitter scent reached Milo’s nose, and he wrinkled it, disgust rising with the burn in his sinuses. "Bet you’d love to be someone’s little bitch right here in the shadows.” Milo's heart started to race, pounding in a wild, unsteady rhythm. Panic crawled over his skin, and his breath shortened, shallow, sharp inhales that couldn’t quite fill his chest. He tried to leave. Quickly. But footsteps followed. “Hey—are you ignoring me, Laskey?”