Authors Note
The Sekten Series is a dark romance series that needs to be read in order. It is intended for mature audiences since there is a lot of graphic content and situations that might make you uncomfortable, and it might not be suitable for you if you are easily triggered. Some books will be darker than others, but all are triggering none the less. This is a dark world, so read at your own discretion.
This is a world of fiction, so I took a few minor liberties when it came to medicine and techy spy stuff, just like Hollywood does.
Now that you’ve been warned, enter at your own risk.
Love,
Claudia.
“Needy,” Ariana Grande
“Yo Perreo Sola,” Bad Bunny
“Safarea,” Bad Bunny
“Serial Killer,” Elizabeth Grant (Lana Del Rey)
“Hurricane,” Halsey
“Renegade,” Niykee Heaton
“Lullaby,” Niykee Heaton
“NBK,” Niykee Heaton
“Fucked My Way Up To The Top,” Lana Del Rey
“Ride,” Lana Del Rey
“D.R.E.A.M,” Miley Cyrus ft Ghostface Killah
“The Wolf,” PHIDEL
“Play With Fire,” Sam Tinnesz, Yacht money
“Dusk Till Dawn,” ZAYN, Sia
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To my past self that even with a broken heart, she bled words of the Sekt into the pages of her journal.
Foreword
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls — Edgar Allan Poe
Preface
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a palace surrounded by snow.
She dreamed of kings, princes, and knights, protectors that would slay her demons at night.
She was young but bright; she was small yet brave, taught to fight enemies from a young age.
She lived in secrecy and shadows, ready to right the wrongs of the world. Too bad for her that her enemies would not be coming by plane nor by boat, but were residing in her own home.
Not even a girl, and she was defiled; not even a woman, and she was exiled. So she vowed to make them all pay.
The little girl waited and grew her strength; she gathered forces and moved armies. She would get her revenge.
She wasn’t going to stop until everyone who wronged her was dead.
Empty spaces gave some people panic and made them realize just how lonely their lives were—not me. Empty spaces reminded me that I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
My phone vibrated on the counter, and I knew who it was without having to look at it. Damian, the current head of the organization I worked for, and pain in my fucking ass. I looked at the message and sighed.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed Bastian. I guess I could call him a protégé of mine in this new world since I’d raised him. “The meet has been set up. Meet me in Barranquilla.”
There was no more need for pleasantries, and it wasn’t because of his lack of trying. Bas still sought warmness in others; it’s why he spent so much time between a woman’s legs in his off time. He needed to feel a connection, to feel loved, even if he didn’t know it yet.
Getting up, I walked to my room and started to prepare for my flight out of Sweden. My bag carried weapons and a shitload of unaccounted-for money. Before I left the house, I walked to the spare room and looked at the broken person who resided there.
“I will be gone for a few days. There’s food and water, the house will be under lockdown, and I will be monitoring, please don’t do anything stupid.”
Closing the door to the room, I walked out, hoping that I didn’t come home to a dead body. Not everyone in the world was strong enough to handle the depths of hell. Sometimes you made it out to find out you were not living alone, and the person you had been was now gone, leaving behind an empty shell where your soul used to be.
I had hope this was not the case for this pet.
The warm summer breeze caressed my skin. It was almost comforting. The ocean was deep; although it was a thing of beauty, it was also deadly…like me.
“You’re exquisite, love, but you already knew that. Too bad it’s just another weapon in your arsenal. So beautiful yet deadly.”
The wind seemed to mock me, whispering in my ear words I didn’t wish to hear.
“How are you holding up?” Bastian barged into my room with a small briefcase in tow. He had already showered, his hair slicked back, that three-piece suit, that cost as much as the view I was paying for, wrinkle-free. You can take the socialite out of the spotlight and teach it to live in hell, but the roots of his upbringing would never go away.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I started strapping my weapons on—twin knives on the inside of my leather boots. A small survival bracelet at my wrist next to my coiled-snake saw bracelet. Two small Glocks—one in the front compartment of my leggings, the other in the back—and my small rose pendant that contained a deadly vial of T. Nothing too alarming—we didn’t want our host to get suspicious or anything. We were in Barranquilla today for a small gathering; depending on how things went, we moved things to the jungle.
“It’s not like I’m scared they are onto me or anything.”
“Not funny. You die, I die with you. Your head and mine on neighboring spikes.”
I rolled my eyes. Bastian was a drama queen, something no amount of torture managed to take away. I guess that was his tell that he was nervous. Mine…well, mine, I don’t think I even knew them. Being the devil’s pawn for so long, you get used to living in hell, and your stomach is a bottomless pit of despair.
“Do people still use spikes?” I humored him.
“Even worse, we’ll be in some unmarked cooler in the middle of the Siberian tundra,” he deadpanned.
“You’re foolish if you think they’ll bury me anywhere near home. They’ll probably cut me up into tiny little—”
“Okay, enough,” Bas shouted. “Do we have time for fun right now?”
I stopped braiding my hair long enough to glare at Bastian. “Keep your dick on a leash.”
“Just ’cause you’re allergic to some vitamin D doesn’t mean other women should have the same deficiency.”
If looks could kill, Bas would be dead at my feet, but what good would that do me? It took years of training to mold him into my right hand, years of breaking the chains of his righteous pedigree upbringing. It took blood, sweat, tears, and lots of bone breaking to make him into the beast before me. Well, I broke everything but that pretty face of his…and his dick. He begged me not to break his dick.
“So beautiful yet deadly.”
It was rather easy to follow an angel into heaven than the devil into hell—too bad looks could be deceiving.
“Let’s go. We don’t want to be late. You know how temperamental these men can get,” I said. I walked out of my room, leaving Bastian to lock up. If he wanted to have a key to my room, he might as well be of use.
The sun was out full blast, the hot rays burning me through my gear. I hated warm locations. It was such an inconvenience to cover up just to hide all my weaponry. When I was at the last step, years of training was the only reason why I didn’t gape. Tall, slim, hair as dark as mine—there stood Damian.