Sinful Promise

SINFUL PROMISE A MAYET JUSTICE BOOK EMILIA FINN Copyright © 2023 Emilia Finn All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the address below: [email protected] ISBN: 978-922623-27-0 (Paperback) Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination. Front cover photography by: Eric McKinney Front cover models: Jon S and Nadica S Cover design: Amy Queue - Q Design Editing: Bird’s Eye Editing First printing edition 2023. Beelieve Publishing, Pty Ltd PO Box 407, Woy Woy, NSW, 2256 Australia www.emiliafinn.com EMILIA FINN, the ROLLERS logo, the CHECKMATE SECURITY logo, STACKED DECK logo, and INAMORATA are all trade marks of Beelieve Publishing, Pty Ltd CONTENTS Also by EMILIA FINN Looking To Connect? Author’s Note Minka Archer Minka Archer Minka Archer Minka Archer Archer Fletch Minka Archer Fletch Archer Minka Minka Archer Minka Epilogue Also by EMILIA FINN ALSO BY EMILIA FINN (in reading order) The Rollin On Series Finding Home Finding Victory Finding Forever Finding Peace Finding Redemption Finding Hope The Survivor Series Because of You Surviving You Without You Rewriting You Always You Take A Chance On Me The Checkmate Series Pawns In The Bishop’s Game Till The Sun Dies Castling The Rook Playing For Keeps Rise Of The King Sacrifice The Knight Winner Takes All Checkmate Stacked Deck - Rollin On Next Gen Wildcard Reshuffle Game of Hearts Full House No Limits Bluff Seven Card Stud Crazy Eights Eleusis Dynamite Busted Gilded Knights (Rosa Brothers) Redeeming The Rose Chasing Fire Animal Instincts Pure Chemistry Battle Scars Safe Haven Inamorata The Fiera Princess The Fiera Ruins The Fiera Reign Mayet Justice Sinful Justice Sinful Deed Sinful Truth Sinful Desire Sinful Deceit Sinful Chaos Sinful Promise Sinful Surrender Lost Boys MISTAKE REGRET Crash & Burn Rollin On Novellas (Do not read before finishing the Rollin On Series) Begin Again – A Short Story Written in the Stars – A Short Story Full Circle – A Short Story Worth Fighting For – A Bobby & Kit Novella LOOKING TO CONNECT? Website Facebook Newsletter Email The Crew Did you know you can get a FREE book? Go to emiliafinn.com/signup to get your free copy sent direct to your inbox. AUTHOR’S NOTE Sinful Promise is intended for an 18+ audience and contains graphic scenes that may be disturbing to some readers. MINKA For tonight, the inside of a monster’s safehouse is not safe at all. It’s dark. A little drafty. The furniture is musty, and the windows are a flimsy excuse for security. I tiptoe through the old, most-of-the-way dilapidated home, so all I hear is the constant hum of traffic on the street, and the buzz of a television set somewhere upstairs. My footsteps are silent, but I hear my heart and the staccato of my breathing. To me, it’s a roar. But as I pause at the bottom of the staircase and meet Archer Malone’s brutal stare just over my shoulder, I know I can’t be all that loud. He would tell me if I was. He would make damn sure we move in stealth. In and out, we agreed. Finish it, then we move along. Before I can start up the stairs, Archer places his left hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. The heat in his stare speaks a thousand words, but his lips remain in a firm line. He points with his free hand, as though to show me which way we’re going, but all I see is the silver glint of his gun, and the vicious barrel tip that so easily extinguishes lives. “Arch—” His brows pull close as he silently points up the stairs again. With an impatient exhale, I transfer my switchblade to my left hand, and use my right to lower his arm. “The TV’s on,” I whisper. “He’s here alone.” “Stop. Speaking,” he grits out. Anger courses through his nervous system, and misplaced jitters make him panic. He’s not nervous for himself; his issue lies solely in the fact that I’m here too. “Goddammit, Mayet. Shut up.” “I never asked you to be here.” I step onto the tips of my toes and press a kiss to my husband’s firm jaw. Comfort. Confidence. Love. Then lowering, I turn and start up the stairs. “I work alone.” “Not anymore, you don’t.” With a huff of exasperation, he takes the steps two at a time and passes me on the third, so he becomes my shield. My protector, like always. Once he’s ahead, he slows his progress, blocking my way and controlling how quickly we move. “In sickness and health,” he growls. “Homicidal tendencies and all.” He acts like I slice the throats of men for fun. Like my hunger for homicide is as silly as another’s for chocolate. But that’s not what this is about… It’s never been a matter of killing for sport. Or for leisure. Or for anything except to protect those who can’t protect themselves. In this case, to stop a reign of terror on innocent little girls, when a perpetrator dances with the law and gets away with their crimes anyway. Sliding my finger through a beltloop of Archer’s jeans, I keep us plastered close as we ascend the stairs. “Laramie Fentone raped a little girl,” I murmur at his back. At six feet, three inches tall—plus a step between us—he’s far too tall for me to whisper into his ear. But I know he hears me. He’s as finely attuned to my every word as I am to his. Because he’s my soulmate. My forever. He’s my rockhopper penguin, and he’s with me