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Decorum's Sin
(2027)(The third book in the Saint's Outlaws MC: Morgantown, WV: Officers series)
A novel by Elizabeth Knox
I killed her father, and the only thing I've ever regretted is what I wanted afterward.Decorum
Ronnie Combs beat his daughter for two years after his wife died, and on the last night he was going to finish it. I put him in the ground with my hands and I never once asked God to forgive me, because the truth is I wasn't sorry.
The court called it manslaughter and convicted me. I served ten years.
Opal called it something else. She came to see me every year I was inside—not to thank me. To look at me. To ask me why a stranger did what nobody in her family ever would.
She was seventeen when I killed him.
She's thirty now, and she walked into Ellie's bar last week, and I've said prayers over dead men with steadier hands.
I'm the Chaplain of this club. I bury our brothers. I say the words. Men tell me things they'd never take to the President, and I carry them to my grave.
Nobody's ever asked what I'm carrying.
Her uncle knows. Denver Combs has spent thirteen years building a saint out of a man who split his niece's lip open, and now he's got mining money, fentanyl, and a reason.
He blew a building off our property to prove he could. Shot a man dead on Ellie's doorstep who never did a thing to anybody, and I held that man's chest together while he asked me what happened.
I've buried a lot of men. That's the first one who died under my hands.
I've been a righteous man since the day they let me out. I've kept every rule, said every prayer, wanted nothing.
I'm done wanting nothing.
She's the daughter of the man I murdered and I'd burn for her twice—so let them call it what it is, and let God call it what He wants.
Some sins you don't repent. Some sins you choose.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Ronnie Combs beat his daughter for two years after his wife died, and on the last night he was going to finish it. I put him in the ground with my hands and I never once asked God to forgive me, because the truth is I wasn't sorry.
The court called it manslaughter and convicted me. I served ten years.
Opal called it something else. She came to see me every year I was inside—not to thank me. To look at me. To ask me why a stranger did what nobody in her family ever would.
She was seventeen when I killed him.
She's thirty now, and she walked into Ellie's bar last week, and I've said prayers over dead men with steadier hands.
I'm the Chaplain of this club. I bury our brothers. I say the words. Men tell me things they'd never take to the President, and I carry them to my grave.
Nobody's ever asked what I'm carrying.
Her uncle knows. Denver Combs has spent thirteen years building a saint out of a man who split his niece's lip open, and now he's got mining money, fentanyl, and a reason.
He blew a building off our property to prove he could. Shot a man dead on Ellie's doorstep who never did a thing to anybody, and I held that man's chest together while he asked me what happened.
I've buried a lot of men. That's the first one who died under my hands.
I've been a righteous man since the day they let me out. I've kept every rule, said every prayer, wanted nothing.
I'm done wanting nothing.
She's the daughter of the man I murdered and I'd burn for her twice—so let them call it what it is, and let God call it what He wants.
Some sins you don't repent. Some sins you choose.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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