A Necessary Sin: The Sin Trilogy: Book I

“I’m up for doing it bare if that’s what you want.”


“You’ve claimed me so I guess that negates the conversation about sexual monogamy.” She quickly looks up at me. “That is absolutely nonnegotiable. Understand?”

I can’t think of a lass I’d want after having her. “I told you I wouldn’t be with another woman.”

“I know that’s what you said, but this is serious—like catching a disease kind of serious—so I feel like I need to stress the importance. Can you solemnly promise me there’ll be no one else?”

I twist around so I can face her. I stroke my hand down her cheek before kissing her quickly. “Aye, I swear you’ll be the only one.”

I return from the toilet and remove my blade, the one I wear around the house, before getting back into bed. Bleu moves over to rest her head on my chest. She touches the inked pattern on the inside of my upper arm using her fingertips. “I love this pattern. What does it mean?”

“It’s a Celtic shield knot. It’s symbolic of protection.”

“I thought it might be some kind of love knot you got for a girl,” she giggles.

I’m pondering Bleu’s romantic notion when my phone rings. I reach for it on the nightstand but feel compelled to clear her notions about my tattoo. “I assure you it wasn’t inspired by romantic ideas such as that.”

It’s Abram. He never calls on the weekend so I’m guessing something has happened. Dammit. Whatever it is will tear me away from spending the day with Bleu. Another day is hijacked. “Aye.”

“Your father tells me you have a lass, an American.”

I should have known Dad would tell him. “Aye.”

“I should meet the woman in the life of The Fellowship’s future superior. Bring her to my house for dinner tonight at seven.”

I wish I could refuse. “Of course.”

“We’ve been invited to dinner at my uncle’s.”

“Your father’s brother?”

“Aye, Abram.”

“I heard his name a lot at the bar. Is he ahead of you in line to take over?”

He wishes. “Abram can never be in the head leadership role. He was adopted and only a blood Breckenridge can become sovereign.”

“Was he adopted as a baby?”

“His parents were Fellowship but they were killed in a car accident. My granda always favored his father so he took Abram. I think he was around five.”

“Does he have children?”

“He’s Jamie’s father. He also has two daughters, Westlyn and Evanna.”

“Oh. Then y’all are cousins and best friends?”

“We are—known each other our entire lives.”

“I haven’t spent much time with Jamie. He doesn’t come into Duncan’s often.”

“He used to but he’s in the middle of his trainee rotation in trauma surgery. He stays busy with that and his studies.”

I see the surprise on her face. “I didn’t know Jamie was in medical school. Is he leaving The Fellowship?”

She doesn’t understand the dynamics of our brotherhood. No one leaves The Fellowship, not alive at least. “No. Trustworthy physicians are few and far between. There’s always an issue when a brother has an injury the infirmary is required to report to the authorities. You can see how that’s a problem. The Fellowship decided to send one of our own for medical training and Jamie volunteered. When he finishes his traineeship, he’ll come to work for us as a private physician. He’ll never work a day for the public.”

“You’re being trained to criminally defend the brotherhood, Jamie will treat them medically when things go awry, and Leith will get them drunk. I do believe the three of you are the perfect trifecta.”

Trifecta. That’s the perfect word to describe us.





Chapter Thirteen





Bleu MacAllister




“You should probably expect to be under a microscope.” This is my warning to be prepared for a lot of probing.

“I understand why and I don’t mind. I have nothing to hide.” This is completely expected. “But you should know now that I’m not consenting to a body cavity search.” Sterling stares ahead but I hear him cackle beneath his breath. I look forward and can see the reflection of his grin in the rearview mirror. “Do you blame me, Sterling?”

He’s a man of few words. Or maybe no words. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard him utter a single one, at least not to me. And he doesn’t this time, either.

I’m a little concerned that Abram has such a say in Sin’s life. “Your dad is leader. Shouldn’t Abram accept me without further evaluation if Thane approves?”

“Ideally, yes. But Abram is a controlling bastard. He likes things done his way. It often creates a power struggle between him and Dad. In the end, my father is always in command and wins—but not until after being forced to flex his muscle.”