Ramsay

RamsaySaints & SinnersNina Lincoln Copyright © 2023 Nina LincolnAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Cover design by: JGBPrinted in the United States of America Contents Title PageCopyrightPrologueChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-OneChapter Twenty-TwoChapter Twenty-ThreeChapter Twenty-FourChapter Twenty-FiveChapter Twenty-SixEpilogueNina’s BooksAbout Nina PrologueBlue.It's just a color.Or so they say until you try to describe the beauty of the depths of the ocean. Or the sky on a clear day. Or your heart when it’s a frozen tundra in your chest.Blue.It’s just a color, until it’s not.The hard dark depths pulled me from the darkness and now, they’re pushing me back into the hole.I hate blue.I crave blue.Blue will destroy me if I let it. I only hope I come away with the one thing left worth fighting for—freedom. Chapter OnePresent DayWillow“C’mon, Will,” Sabrina calls over her shoulder, her glossy blond hair swinging along her back in a perfectly straight sheath.With a sigh, I gather my belongings and follow, pulling my skirt down fruitlessly. The Sterling High cheerleading uniform leaves a lot to be desired, and notwithstanding the symbol it represents, it barely covers my ass cheeks.Good thing for the standard-issue underwear that prevents the goods from showing every time one of the jackass football players thinks it’s funny to flash everyone.Ha fucking ha, dicks.I’m a senior, and this is my last hurrah. Thank god because over the previous grueling year, I’ve come to accept that despite my efforts, I’ll never belong, even if I get up and pretend every day.I pretend to like my friends. I pretend to like cheerleading. I pretend to like my parents. Hell, I pretend to like myself.And some days, it feels like my soul is slowly dying, but you wouldn’t know it to look at my face. Nope, my makeup is on point, my hair curled just right, and my fucking uniform pressed just so.Still, I’m starting to feel like an imposter in my own body. Confusing, to say the least.Plastering a smile on my face, I follow behind her, but inside, my gut is tearing me apart. I no more want to follow Sabrina fucking Dawson than I want a pen to my eye, but this is the role I signed up for when I came here, and now I’m stuck.Jensen Becket, Sabrina’s boyfriend, and douchebag extraordinaire, steps in beside her hanging his arm around her shoulder while giving me a disgusting leer. Yet another thing I pretend in this fucking school, that Jensen’s nasty behavior toward the entire female population and me, doesn’t bug the shit out of me.He’s not bad looking and certainly built, with long, lean lines, a nice chest, and auburn hair, but unfortunately, his dick personality ruins it all.Why Sabrina puts up with it, I have no clue. She could have virtually anyone she wants, well, except for the Sinners, but they don't date. They fuck. I’ve never seen them so much as glance at a girl twice, even though their sexual adventures are known far and wide.Strangely, most of the girls they bag are closed-mouthed about the actual experience, making the Sinners that much more legendary in the eyes of their peers. However, since they don’t go back for seconds, ever, eventually they’ll have to go farther afield to avoid complications.Of course, this doesn’t stop the girls from trying, begging, and hanging all over them. I’d like to say I’m immune to their charms, but I’d be lying.Ever since I first laid eyes on Ramsay Yates, I’ve silently lusted after him from afar.Tragic that, because he’s beyond off limits for reasons that don’t already include his abhorrence for the cheer team.Even so, I envy the trio’s close connection. It’s a beautiful, brutal thing to see how they protect each other as though they were born brothers, and after a year of Sabrina’s bitchy personality, I covet it more than I should.Which is ridiculous because they make no bones about their penchant for violence. They’re dicks most of the time and have never so much as glanced in my direction since I came here.I’ve cast my lot with Sabrina and the football wannabe’s. The Sinners have been their arch enemies since diapers or some shit. Which means I’m off limits and now I have to pay the price—endless monotony.As though I conjured them with my thoughts, when I round the corner, I catch up to Sabrina, running into a standoff between Jensen and Diem.Diem clearly works out, but not like the football players. No, his strength comes from fighting, and he does it a lot if the scars on his arms, face, and neck are anything to go by.He’s deep, dark, and dangerous, with the sin of the very devil written across his face. Shit, even his voice is gravelly, promising endless pain.And with dark silky hair and matching eyes, his face of stark lines and angles forms a savagely beautiful visage. So much so, he’d make the perfect, hot bad guy in an action hero movie, the one you love to hate because he’s just that sexy.It's a typical day at Sterling to hear he’s in another brawl, beating up on some kid who either made the stupid decision to defy him or didn’t move out of his way fast enough.“What are you looking at, tool?” Jensen sneers, crossing his arms over his chest.Eyeing Jensen somewhat incredulously, because surely, he’s got a death wish, I back away to the wall and prepare for shit to go down and I’m not gonna lie—I look forward to it.Jensen deserves a beating and more, besides nothing is hotter than watching Diem move.