Matthew

The moment he stepped in, no one moved, or spoke.

You don’t speak when Hades Sinclair is in the room.

Out of all the Sinclairs, out of every man with that cursed, wealthy bloodline running through his veins, there was one no one dared to cross. It was not my grandfather, the wealthiest man on earth. Not my adoptive siblings, Robert and Piper, who were both greedy, clawing at Father’s legacy like wolves at a carcass, or uncle Roman, who kept to himself.

But Hades fucking Sinclair.

He was terrifying, and worse, he smiled like the devil just before taking your soul.

I kept my head low, my fingers...