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  The Sinners of Saint Amos

  A Dark Bully Romance (The Sinners of Saint Amos Full Boxset Collection)

  Logan Fox

  Disclaimer

  Kindly note that this book contains dark themes and violent situations that some readers may find triggering.

  Contents

  FREE NSFW AGE-GAP ROMANCE

  Their Kingdom Come

  Their Kingdom Come Playlist

  Prologue

  1. Trinity

  2. Trinity

  3. Trinity

  4. Trinity

  5. Zac

  6. Trinity

  7. Trinity

  8. Trinity

  9. Trinity

  10. Zac

  11. Trinity

  12. Trinity

  13. Trinity

  14. Trinity

  15. Zac

  16. Trinity

  17. Trinity

  18. Zac

  19. Trinity

  20. Trinity

  21. Zac

  22. Trinity

  23. Zac

  24. Trinity

  25. Trinity

  26. Zac

  27. Trinity

  28. Zac

  29. Trinity

  30. Zac

  31. Trinity

  32. Zac

  33. Trinity

  Their Will Be Done

  Their Will Be Done Playlist

  1. Zach

  2. Trinity

  3. Trinity

  4. Trinity

  5. Zach

  6. Zach

  7. Trinity

  8. Zach

  9. Trinity

  10. Zach

  11. Trinity

  12. Trinity

  13. Trinity

  14. Zach

  15. Trinity

  16. Zach

  17. Trinity

  18. Zach

  19. Trinity

  20. Zach

  21. Trinity

  22. Trinity

  23. Zach

  24. Trinity

  25. Zach

  26. Trinity

  27. Trinity

  28. Zach

  29. Trinity

  30. Trinity

  31. Zach

  32. Trinity

  33. Trinity

  34. Trinity

  35. Trinity

  36. Zach

  37. Trinity

  38. Trinity

  39. Zach

  40. Trinity

  41. Zach

  42. Trinity

  43. Zach

  44. Trinity

  45. Trinity

  46. Trinity

  47. Trinity

  48. Trinity

  Deliver us from Evil

  Deliver us from Evil Playlist

  1. Trinity

  2. Rube

  3. Cass

  4. Apollo

  5. Cass

  6. Zach

  7. Rube

  8. Trinity

  9. Rube

  10. Apollo

  11. Zach

  12. Trinity

  13. Trinity

  14. Trinity

  15. Rube

  16. Trinity

  17. Cass

  18. Trinity

  19. Zach

  20. Rube

  21. Apollo

  22. Trinity

  23. Trinity

  24. Zach

  25. Apollo

  26. Cass

  27. Rube

  28. Trinity

  29. Trinity

  30. Trinity

  31. Trinity

  32. Zach

  33. Trinity

  34. Rube

  35. Trinity

  36. Apollo

  37. Rube

  38. Apollo

  39. Zach

  40. Trinity

  41. Rube

  42. Trinity

  43. Cass

  44. Zach

  45. Trinity

  46. Trinity

  Amen - Bonus Epilogue

  1. Reuben

  2. Trinity

  3. Zach

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  Their Kingdom Come

  Blurb

  We're ready to die for the sins of our fathers, but is she?

  Zac, Apollo, Cassius, Reuben

  They told us we were the cure.

  That we were special.

  That we were pure.

  It was all a lie.

  We were just like all the others they defiled, abused, neglected.

  We formed a brotherhood and vowed to have our revenge. Now no one stands in our way.

  No one, except one girl.

  Trinity Malone doesn't know about our past.

  She doesn't have a say in our future.

  At least, so we thought.

  Until we realized Trinity's exactly who we were looking for.

  She's our secret weapon.

  Soon, she'll be seeking revenge...

  Just like us.

  Contains strong language, violence, and sexual situations some may find triggering.

  This is the first book in a series. Cannot be read as a standalone and ends in a cliffhanger.

  No cheating.

  HEA guaranteed.

  Multiple love interests.

  Theme Song

  The In-Between — In This Moment

  Playlist

  Pet — A Perfect Circle

  Never Enough — Fetish

  Imagine — A Perfect Circle

  Crawling — Dream State

  The Trauma Model — King 810

  Call Me Devil — Friends in Tokyo

  Touched Your Skin — Landon Tewers

  Soldier — Fleurie

  How Deep Is Your Love — The Bros. Landreth

  Check out my Their Kingdom Come Playlist!

  Prologue

  Exodus, Matthews, and Ephesians say you must honor your father and your mother. Guess it’s only fair then—the day my parents and me have the worst fight in history is the last day I see them.

  And what was the fight about?

  Clothes.

  New clothes. Since I’d literally worn holes in all of mine.

  Mom promised we’d go buy some as soon as Dad came home. There was a sale on at the mall, so the timing was perfect. I knew exactly what I wanted too — we’d be back way before the night service at our church.

  But Dad ran late, and because Dad didn’t believe in things like cellphones, we had to wait for him. I mean, he knew they existed, obviously, but he saw them as materialistic trappings.

  Clothes fell under that category too.

  When he finally arrived, there wasn’t enough time for us to go.

  I guess the planets aligned or some shit because for the first time in my life, at the age of seventeen, I threw a tantrum.

  I yelled. I screamed. I swore.

  They said nothing. And then they left and went to church without me.

  It’s weird to think that if we hadn’t had that fight, things would have been so much different.

  For instance, I’d be dead.

  But I hadn’t been in the car when they’d hit the black ice on the road. I’d been in my robe and slippers, sulking into a cup of hot chocolate.

  I never finished that chocolate.

  I don’t even know what happened to it.

  Someone must have taken it to the kitchen, tossed it out, cleaned it.

  But it wasn’t me.

  Because I was at a po
lice station for most of the rest of the night, pretending to understand what they kept telling me.

  My parents were dead.

  Just like I should have been dead.

  Something did die that night, something deep inside. Back then, I’d thought it was a precious, sacred thing like love.

  Turns out I was wrong.

  The only thing that perished that night were the invisible chains keeping me tethered to a life I silently hated with every breath.

  I didn’t die that night.

  I was set free.

  And it changed everything.

  “For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don’t believe, no proof is possible.”

  Stuart Chase

  Chapter One

  Trinity

  There’s a loud thump. My head bounces off the window of the cab, and my eyes fly open in surprise. I squint out at the blurring landscape as my mind scrambles to figure out where the hell I am while my heart tries to climb out of my throat.

  “Sorry ‘bout that. Road’s not exactly in the best condition.”

  I glance over at the cab driver, and swipe the back of my hand over my mouth. Had I been drooling in my sleep? I’d been out cold—dreaming again. A happy dream this time. One where my parents were still alive.

  “How long till we get there?” I mumble, trying to work out the kink in my neck. Outside, colossal birch and maple trees block out everything but a strip of gray sky. There’s another thump, followed by a rattle, as the cab’s wheels skate over another pothole.

  “A few more minutes.”

  Hugging myself, I turn and stare out my window. Better than watching the cab driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. We’ve spent over two hours together, and barely said a word.

  We passed through the last town at least an hour ago and we’ve been heading deeper into West Virginia ever since. At least I know where I’m going. For the first time since that policeman knocked on our front door, there’s some kind of order to my life.

  “There it is,” the driver says as we round a corner.

  He didn’t have to—my eyes latched onto the all-boys boarding school the second it appeared through the windshield.

  Holy crap.

  My mouth goes dry. “That’s Saint Amos?”

  I feel his eyes on me, and we make eye contact in the mirror. “Isn’t it a little late in the year to be starting boarding school?”

  Heat touches my cheeks. “I…don’t have a choice.”

  The last hundred yards or so, the dilapidated tar road smooths into a hard-packed dirt road. The closer we get and the more the building looms, the deeper my stomach sinks.

  This place looks more like Dracula’s castle than a boarding school. There aren’t statues of demons and things on the facade, but with its multitude of spires and fancy moldings, it’s undeniably Gothic. Before Dracula could live here, someone would have to remove the enormous crucifix above the front entrance.

  The trees thin. An immaculately trimmed lawn spreads like a pool of green algae around the base of the massive, sprawling structure.

  The driver maneuvers the cab around a fountain where a concrete, pigeon-shit stained Virgin Mary is nursing baby Jesus.

  Some of those streaks look like tears.

  “Need help with your things?” the driver asks.

  I huff as I shake my head. “I can manage, thanks.”

  He nods as he brakes and puts the car into park. “Good luck, and God bless.”

  My mouth tightens, but I give him another nod and drag my duffel bag out with me. That and my backpack are the only things I have with me. Our family wasn’t big on material possessions like clothes, or jewelry, or furniture. In fact, the only thing they were big on was that.

  I tip my head back and stare up at the crucifix.

  I hope it stays up there. It could crush someone if it were to fall.

  There’s a rattle of gravel as the cab driver pulls away, and I turn to watch him until the shadow of the distant maples dapples the roof of his car.

  The best way out is through, right?

  I wince as I bang the big brass knocker on the door. Every person inside must have heard that racket.

  But nothing happens.

  I shuffle my feet and glance around as I wait, then try again.

  The door shifts inward.

  Guess there’s no point in locking things around here. Who the hell’s going to rob this place? It’s miles away from anything.

  I push open the door and step into cool, damp shadows that cling to me like a film. I’m in a vast entrance hall. Small, stained glass windows barely let enough light through to illuminate the double staircase. On a brighter day this place would look magnificent. Right now it’s like I’m starring in my own horror movie.

  “Hello?” My voice hurriedly warbles back to me as if it’s terrified to venture deeper inside.

  Lord, it’s quiet in here.

  Where is everyone?

  Surely someone had to know I was coming.

  “Are you Trinity?”

  My heart leaps into my throat, strangling a gasp. I whirl around.

  A kid a few years younger than me stands in the shadows beside the doorway. Dressed in brown slacks, a dress shirt with a brown tie, and a brown blazer, he looks like the adolescent version of Mr. Bean, especially with his dark, slicked-down hair. He squints at me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m real or a ghost.

  Where the hell did he come from?

  “That’s me.” I try and sound jolly but I probably look more like a lunatic. “And you are?”

  “Jasper. I’m your roommate.” Judging from the faint scowl on his face, he’s not thrilled with the fact. He strolls past me, heading for the left set of stairs winding up to a landing.

  I tighten my grip on my duffel bag and readjust the strap of my backpack before following. Our footsteps echo hollowly until we reach the wooden stairs. “Roommate?” I call out after him. “So we don’t get our own rooms?”

  “Duh,” he says dryly.

  Holy crap, I’m just trying to make conversation. I didn’t ask to be here any more than he did. And I know he’s not here by choice, because no one would be here by choice. This is the place bad souls go to await sentencing.

  Damp. Dark. Dismal.

  Jasper turns into a hallway leading off the landing. Almost immediately, he takes another turn. Then another. A minute later, I stop trying to keep track of where we’re headed.

  Flickering sodium lights cast an ugly yellow glare over the doorways and somber portraits we pass.

  Holy crap, it’s cold. Two weeks until summer break, and it could be the middle of winter.

  I’m wearing a black cardigan, a vest, and jeans with the hems turned up so I don’t step on them. The thin wool covering my arms could have been tissue paper for all the protection it’s offering me. I’m tempted to let down my mass of black curls, if only for some extra warmth around my neck.

  What I know about Saint Amos could barely fill a serviette. It’s an all-boys, faith-orientated prep school specializing in training new priests. But I didn’t come here for their theological program—I’m here because it’s the only place where even a remnant of my previous life still exists.

  His name is Father Gabriel. Technically, he’s all the family I have left. If it weren’t for him, I’d still be a ward of the state. Enrolling at Saint Amos wasn’t my first choice, but I’m starting to realize orphans don’t get a say in how their lives are run.

  Luckily I’m used to having all my major life decisions made for me.

  “So how long have you been here?”

  “Too long,” Jasper replies stiffly.

  What did I do to piss him off? Is this because he has to share a room with me? I glance at the multitude of doorways we’ve passed in this stretch of hallway alone. It’s impossible that every room in this place is occupied. So why do I have to share with a boy?

  I should make an effort to be friends, especially if I’
m going to be living with this kid. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting,” I say.