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HEATHENS
Depraved Sinners (Book 2)
Sheridan Anne
Contents
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Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Acknowledgments
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HEATHENS: Depraved Sinners #2
Copyright © 2021 Sheridan Anne
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First Published in 2021
Anne, Sheridan
HEATHENS: Depraved Sinners #2
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Introduction
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Heathens coming, brand new scar.
Slaughter turns to pained goodbye.
Never knowing if I’ll die.
A DeAngelis family war is brewing and these heathens are the vicious ringleaders, pulling the strings of their pawns for the greatest show of all—a show that will guarantee sweet, sweet victory.
Only victory comes with a price.
The question is, what are they willing to lose to get the one thing they’ve always wanted?
They kidnapped me. Haunted me. Allowed me to believe that I could trust them, and I foolishly did. I’m in deeper than I could have known, and now there’s no going back.
When blood spilled, I ran at the first chance I got. That was my biggest mistake.
Do. Not. Run
It’s been drilled into my head since the moment they took me.
A searing bullet through the chest is enough to seal my fate, and no matter how much I scream, they refuse to believe my innocence. They’re out for blood and they won’t stop until they’ve watched the life fade from my eyes.
These heathens are nothing but the callous, cruel monsters the world has always known them to be and they hold every last card between their devious fingers. Their own flesh and blood fear them. They’ve locked them away for the greater good, but they won’t be kept down, not anymore.
This war just took a turn for the worst and navigating my way to freedom might just cost me my life.
Depraved Sinners is a New Adult, Dark, Reverse Harem, Contemporary Romance series. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, drug abuse, and coarse language. It is recommended for mature readers.
Depraved Sinners is planned as a four-book series.
1
The smell of gasoline lingers in the air, wafting from the wreckage beside me as I stare up into the barrel of Roman’s gun. His eyes darken just as a gunshot rings through the night. My body flinches as a raw, terror-filled scream tears from deep in my chest, certain I’m dead. But as Roman topples toward me and barely catches himself against the wrecked car, my eyes widen in horror.
A gasp lingers on my lips as I take a mental note of my body. There’s no searing pain, no blood, no life slipping from between my fingers. That bullet was supposed to be mine, yet somehow, I’m still breathing.
The headlights from the wrecked car spread a soft glow through the property as Roman’s pained curse fills the air. He clutches his side as disbelief filters through his obsidian eyes. I watch him in horror, and as he moves his hand away from his waist, there’s just enough light for me to see the bright red blood seeping through the front of his shirt, staining his fingers.
“No,” I breathe as he hovers over me, the gun still in his hand as his hard gaze drops, taking in the stain quickly spreading from his waist.
Rage pulses through his stare and it doesn’t take a genius to know that this isn’t somewhere I want to be. All hell is about to break loose, and I’m stuck on the ground with a shard of glass protruding from my stomach. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
I swallow hard as his eyes shoot back up to mine. “Don’t fucking move.”
Roman spins, immediately clocking the gunman across the expansive property. The man is not alone. Two others stand on either side of him, all three of their guns raised high. It’s hard to see from here, but there’s something eerily familiar about these men.
“Who are they?” I gasp, a soft whimper tearing from my throat the moment the words pass my lips. My hand clutches the shard of glass as my heels dig into the cool grass, desperately trying to propel myself away from Roman and what’s bound to be a fatal shootout.
No one shoots at one of the DeAngelis brothers and expects to get away with their life. If you’re stupid enough to take a shot, then you better make it count. Unfortunately for these fuckers, they just sealed their fate, but I can’t find it within myself to hate them because their recklessness just bought me precious seconds. Without them, I’d already be dead.
Barely a moment has passed when the three strange men begin spreading out, knowing that one missed shot at Roman puts their lives in immediate danger. There’s no doubt about it, they will die tonight, the only question is, will I die along with them?
Roman clocks their every step, somehow managing to keep a skilled eye on all three of them as they move in different directions.
Anger washes over his face and he clenches his jaw, clearly not in the mood to be dealing with this shit while he has his heart set on killing me for the crime he believes I’ve committed against Marcus. He’s unforgiving, brutal, and lethal. A man like Roman doesn’t hang around to ask questions. He acts first, thinks later, and this may be my only shot at keeping myself alive.
Roman groans and crouches down, hiding behind the wrecked car as he looks back at me, irritation strong in his fiery eyes. His jaw is clenched and his breathing labored. It’s clear that the bullet wound through his waist is causing him pain, but it’s not enough to slow him down. He’s a machine, a soldier, just as his father raised him to be.
He reaches for me, and I flinch as he wraps his strong hand around the glass protruding from my stomach. My eyes widen, realizing what he’s about to do. “No, no, no, no, no,” I rush out, the fear overwhelming my already aching body.
Too fucking late.
He grips the glass and yanks it out of my waist as a searing pain tears through my stomach. “FUCK,” I cry, tears brimming in my eyes. The glass is tossed aside, shattering on the wide driveway, but Roman doesn’t give me a moment to recover. He grabs my arm and gives a hard tug, pulling me closer to the wrecked car and keeping me hidden from the three men who want him dead.
“Don’t fucking move,” he demands again, the smell of gasoline getting stronger in the air.
I search his deadly eyes, still trying to pull myself away from the man who wants to end my life. “What does it matter?” I spit, tugging my arm free and holding onto the groan as each little movement reminds me that I was just in a car wreck. “You want me dead anyway. I might as well take my chances with these guys.”
Roman leans in and grips my chin between his strong fingers, making it impossible to pull away. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, relentless with his tight grip. “You shot my brother and shit like that will not go unpunished. Make no mistake, Shayne, you will die by my hand, but not like this. I want to feel your screams shattering my eardrums as your life slowly slips away.”
“I didn’t do it,” I cry for what feels like the millionth time. “That hooded bitch shot him. She told me to run, she wanted me gone and I told her no. I wanted to stay with him. I w ould never hurt him like that. Why can’t you believe me?”
Roman scoffs and looks back toward the three men slowly moving in, finally releasing my chin. “My castle is a fucking fortress, Shayne. No one gets in or out without me knowing. I knew you were fucking stupid, but I didn’t take you for a liar.”
Fury pulses through my veins, the very thought of being labeled a liar grating on my every nerve. I’m a lot of things, but not that. “I’m not lying,” I spit through a clenched jaw, pushing up off the cool grass to protect myself better when I should be trying to get away. “After everything you’ve put me through, do you honestly think I’d do something like this? You’re wasting your time coming after me when you should be trying to find her. You’ve had me locked up, for fuck’s sake. If I did this, then where the hell did this car come from? Where would I have gotten the gun? Your stupidity is allowing her to get away.”
Roman laughs, watching me like some kind of pathetic injured animal hobbling along, one who he plans to shoot just to put it out of its misery. He stands, keeping his disgusted leer on me as he checks over his gun. We hear the discreet sounds of the three gunmen creeping in closer and Roman slowly turns, more than ready to destroy them, his bullet wound barely even a thought on his mind.
He glances back at me, the silent warning sharp in his eyes, and just like that, he’s gone, slipping into the darkness like a deadly shadow intent on raising the fucking dead … or at least, adding a few men to their exclusive club by giving them a non-refundable eternal membership.
Silence fills the property as my head spins, the blood loss starting to fuck with my vision … or maybe that was from hitting my head during the crash. I’m almost certain I’ve torn open old stitches, but what does that matter when I’m about to get sliced and diced? I might as well help the process along.
The silence gets louder, and with each passing second, the nerves turn into dead weights in the pit of my stomach, the lingering smell of gasoline making it that much worse. With a whispered groan, I roll myself to my knees and creep out from behind the wreckage, desperate to see what’s going on. Roman never told me who these guys were, but if I had to take a guess, I’d say these are his father’s men. Nobody else would be foolish enough to come here and take a shot at Roman like this. Though, I’m quickly starting to realize that the men in this fucked-up world don’t often come equipped with brains.
Everyone thinks they’re better than the next, stronger, wiser, fiercer. They’re all fools, assuming they have Giovanni’s protection, though nothing compares to Roman, Marcus, and Levi. Being one of Giovanni’s men is the same as painting a target right in the center of your forehead and parading around in front of a bunch of psychopaths, daring them to take a shot.
I catch sight of Roman slipping in behind the shadow of the bushes, his body barely visible in the darkness. His back is to me, but I don’t doubt that he’s somehow still watching, still waiting for me to make a stupid move just to give him another excuse to end my life.
He takes another step and disappears out of sight, leaving me to watch after him, my heart thundering erratically. My stomach twists with nerves as my body grows heavier by the second. Tonight has been a fucking mess, but I’m not about to call it quits yet.
The hooded woman set off a series of events that not even she would have been able to foresee. Despite her bullshit escape plan, I think she was actually trying to protect me, or at least trying to get me away from the brothers, but maybe she just wants me out of her way. She reminded me a lot of Ariana, wanting to take claim over the three men in this world who could never be claimed.
God, I hate that bitch. If there was some way I could sink my claws in and destroy Ariana without destroying myself in the process, I’d do it. She’s a leech with a hard-on for Roman, and because of that, she feels entitled to fuck with me.
This hooded bitch shot Marcus and took him away from me right when I thought he and I were starting to build some kind of … fuck, I don’t know what it’s called. It sure as hell isn’t a relationship, and I’d be fucked if I were to label it as a friendship. We were building something, that’s for sure. Changes were happening and the dynamic between us was shifting. He didn’t trust me, and I sure as hell didn’t trust him, but we were heading in that direction. It could have been great between us, but now he’s lying on his bed, bleeding out with his brother’s hands buried deep inside his chest. No matter what happens here tonight, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to see him again.
Levi and Roman will do everything in their power to save him, but they’re also going to do everything in their power to end me, and from what I’ve come to learn of the DeAngelis brothers—they won’t stop until they get exactly what they want.
Fuck. That bitch better hope she never crosses me again because I will make her life a living hell, though hopefully the boys finally see that I’m telling the truth. Then I won’t have to worry about making her life a living hell; they’ll do it for me and turn it into an Academy Award-winning performance.
Minutes pass before I hear the telltale sounds of a fight, and my eyes flash across the wide yard, desperately seeking them out. Grunts and groans echo through the darkness and my nerves skyrocket, hating the idea of not knowing where each of the men are.
A gunshot rings out, making me jump, and just as I catch sight of three more men slipping onto the property, a shadow looms over me. My eyes widen and I suck in a deep breath, ready to scream, but his big hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound.
Ignoring the stabbing pain in my stomach, I kick out, desperate to get free as he tears my dirty knees up off the ground. My fingers dig into his skin and I feel my nails tearing thick ribbons into his flesh. “Ahhh, fuck,” the man spits, throwing me down as he shakes out his bloodied hand.
Digging my heels into the ground, I scramble back, barely feeling the tears as they flow freely down my face and splash against my collarbone. He laughs, watching my pathetic attempt at escape as he walks forward, stalking me like a wild animal. We move almost as one toward the front of the wrecked car, and as the glow from the headlights finally hits him, I recognize him as one of the men who snuck into my room and dragged me right out of bed.
Anger pulses through me and I grab a fistful of dirt and throw it up into his eyes. He curses and the small distraction gives me just a moment to clamber to my shaky feet. Without looking back, I launch myself forward, not giving a shit which direction I’m heading, just desperate to get away.
Pressing a hand over my bleeding stomach, I try to keep myself alive. The man roars in frustration and bolts after me like lightning until a bullet whizzes past my face.
The roaring stops as the man’s heavy body falls to the ground, but I barely get a chance to look back before Roman’s familiar tone is tearing through the property. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. RUN.”
My eyes widen in horror, my gaze darting around to see that there’s more than just a handful of Giovanni’s men. There’s a fucking swarm of them and they all have him in their sights.
As a general rule, Roman never tells me to run. His reckless confidence outweighs the possibility that things might not go his way. Even when backed into a corner, running is not an option. For him to tell me to run now could only mean one thing—Roman DeAngelis has finally met his match.
