Sin & Suffer (Pure Corruption MC #2) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Pure Corruption MC Series by Pepper Winters

Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)

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(Pure Corruption MC #2) Sin & Suffer

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Pepper Winters

1455589381 (ISBN13: 9781455589388)
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"Some say the past is in the past. That vengeance will hurt both innocent and guilty. I never believed those lies. Once my lust for revenge is sated, I'll say goodbye to hatred. I'll find a new beginning."
She came from a past Arthur "Kill" Killian never forgot. She made him sin and made him suffer. She tugged him from the shadows and showed him he wasn't as dead as he thought. And with her resurrection came betrayal, deceit, and war.
But then they took her. Stole her. Imprisoned her.
Now Kill's carefully laid plans for vengeance are complete. He craves action, retribution-the blood of his enemies. War has begun. War is all they'll know until they've paid their penance. He will get her back-and rewrite their destiny .
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I thought fate finally agreed that I’d paid enough.

That justice would set me free.

That the woman I’d loved since childhood would be mine again.

Once again, I was fucking naïve.

Cleo made me sin and she made me suffer.

With her resurrection came deceit and war.

But then they took her.

Stole her.

And my carefully laid plans for vengeance were now my reality.

They’d brought everything I was about to do on themselves.

They had no one else to blame, nowhere else to hide.

War had begun.

It’s time to rewrite our destiny.

Chapter One


He was a bully.

Ever since his voice deepened he’d been mean and short-tempered. Mom told me that he was at a point in his life where he had to lose himself to find himself. I had no idea what she meant. I just … I just really missed my best friend. —Cleo, diary entry, age nine


A curse or a blessing?


A helping hand or a hindrance?

The things I’d forgotten and remembered had been both enemy and friend—solace and pain. They’d been constant companions, fighting over me for years. Amnesia traded my first life for a new one—with new parents, new sister, new home. But then the boy with the green eyes brought me back—showed me the path to my old world and a destiny I’d forgotten.

For eight years I’d struggled, always fearing I’d left loved ones behind. I’d hated myself for being so selfish—knowing my brain had deliberately cut them out in an act of self-preservation. I’d always wondered what I would do when I finally remembered everything … if I finally remembered.

I didn’t have to wonder anymore.

Even after the consequences of following a mysterious letter, the snake pit of lies, the confusion of blended pasts, the rough way Killian had treated me—I wouldn’t change a thing.

Those trials were a worthy payment for my broken memories. I was whole again … almost. I was on the right path to patching my life together and finally understanding it all.

However, as I stared around the freshly painted room, all alone and imprisoned, I wished that I was stronger, smarter. I didn’t suffer from fear or terror of what would become of me, but I did suffer regret—regret for not anticipating retaliation, for not being prepared.

Enough! Focus. This isn’t the place for stupid reminiscing.

I forced myself to shove aside worries. Now was the time to fight harder and stronger than ever before.

I’d endured one captivity: a caging of my mind with no walls or locks but with endless darkness and unknowing. Now my mind was intact for the first time in years, but I had a new prison.

I’m not bound by rope or chains, but I’m trapped all the same.

I sighed, smoothing Arthur’s black T-shirt I wore. Before, the cotton softness was comfort and safety—the perfect wardrobe to wear beside my sleeping lover. Now, it was vulnerability and no protection.

Locked in a room, stolen from Arthur’s arms, I was lost, lonely, and most of all bristling with fury. I would’ve traded everything I owned for the strength to destroy the men who’d taken me. I’d end their evil tyranny and pay them back for not one wrongdoing but two. They’d burned down my house. They’d murdered my parents. They’d tried to kill me. And most of all they’d destroyed the boy from my past.

So many tithes to pay.

And I had every intention of stripping what was owed and balancing the scales of justice once and for all.

The truth is despicable.

My eyes fell on the forged police report Rubix Killian had given me to read. He expected me to buy his lies?

Stupid, stupid man.

He’d done me a favor. His lies had set my memories free. I saw it all now. Nothing was hidden and everything revealed.

I’d never been a victim. Even as a little girl, I’d always fought and spat, inheriting the swift temper said to be the curse of having blazing red hair. Even when I was lost in the blank sea of amnesia, I put faith in my tenacity, trusted my instincts, and followed my heart.

Now my instincts were screaming a message I’d never heard before.

This will never stop.

Unless you stop them.

The past would forever suck me back if I didn’t deal with the men who continued to puppeteer me at their whims.

They have to die.

They couldn’t be allowed to live because they would never be satisfied. And men who could never be satisfied could never be trusted.

Arthur “Kill” Killian, my childhood lover and green-eyed Libran, wanted these men dead.

He’d plotted and schemed for eight long years to claim closure and payback for all that they’d taken.

He wants their blood.

And now … so do I.

My name was Cleo Price. I’ve had so many names. Sarah Jones died the moment I willingly embarked on this crazy odyssey—just like Cleo had died the night she crawled from a burning building. The FBI had tried to keep me safe until they found the true culprit of my attempted murder. But now Cleo had been reborn, and not only did I remember my upbringing … of burly men, cigarettes, and battles fought on the backs of Harleys and choppers … but I also remembered the glue forming our communes: revenge.