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SWEET SIN
BELLAMY BROTHERS
BOOK 2
HELEN HARDT
CONTENTS
Sweet Sin
Dedication
Also By Helen Hardt
Praise For Helen Hardt
Prologue
1. Falcon
2. Savannah
3. Falcon
4. Savannah
5. Falcon
6. Savannah
7. Falcon
8. Savannah
9. Falcon
10. Savannah
11. Falcon
12. Savannah
13. Falcon
14. Savannah
15. Falcon
16. Savannah
17. Falcon
18. Savannah
19. Falcon
20. Savannah
21. Falcon
22. Savannah
23. Falcon
24. Savannah
25. Falcon
26. Savannah
27. Falcon
28. Savannah
29. Falcon
30. Savannah
31. Falcon
32. Savannah
33. Falcon
34. Savannah
35. Falcon
36. Savannah
37. Falcon
38. Savannah
39. Falcon
40. Savannah
41. Falcon
42. Savannah
Bonus Content
Excerpt from Opal
A Note From Helen
Acknowledgments
About the Author
SWEET SIN
BELLAMY BROTHERS TWO
Helen Hardt
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ALSO BY HELEN HARDT
Follow Me Series:
Follow Me Darkly
Follow Me Under
Follow Me Always
Darkly
Under
Black Rose Series
Blush
Bloom
Wolfes of Manhattan
Rebel
Recluse
Runaway
Rake
Reckoning
Gems of Wolfe Island (Wolfes continuation)
Escape
Moonstone
Raven
Garnet
Buck
Opal
Phoenix
Amethyst
Steel Brothers Saga:
Trilogy One—Talon and Jade
Craving
Obsession
Possession
Trilogy Two—Jonah and Melanie
Melt
Burn
Surrender
Trilogy Three—Ryan and Ruby
Shattered
Twisted
Unraveled
Trilogy Four—Bryce and Marjorie
Breathless
Ravenous
Insatiable
Trilogy Five—Brad and Daphne
Fate
Legacy
Descent
Trilogy Six—Dale and Ashley
Awakened
Cherished
Freed
Trilogy Seven—Donny and Callie
Spark
Flame
Blaze
Trilogy Eight—Brock and Rory
Smolder
Flare
Scorch
Trilogy Nine—Brendan and Ava
Chance
Fortune
Destiny
Trilogy Ten—Jesse and Brianna
Melody
Harmony
Encore
Blood Bond Saga:
Unchained
Unhinged
Undaunted
Unmasked
Undefeated
Temptation Saga:
Tempting Dusty
Teasing Annie
Taking Catie
Taming Angelina
Treasuring Amber
Trusting Sydney
Tantalizing Maria
Serial Fiction (Kindle Vella):
How to Marry a Billionaire
Non-Fiction:
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PRAISE FOR HELEN HARDT
“Helen Hardt is a master at making you fall for the bad boy.”
~Words We Love By on Savage Sin
“Hardt spins erotic gold…”
~Publishers Weekly on Follow Me Darkly
“22 Best Erotic Novels to Read”
~Marie Claire Magazine on Follow Me Darkly
“Intensely erotic and wildly emotional…”
~New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones on Follow Me Darkly
“With an edgy, enigmatic hero and loads of sexual tension, Helen Hardt's fast-paced Follow Me Darkly had me turning pages late into the night!”
~New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner on Follow Me Darkly
“Christian, Gideon, and now…Braden Black.”
~Books, Wine, and Besties on Follow Me Darkly
“This red-hot tale will have readers fanning themselves.”
~Publishers Weekly on Blush
“Scintillating…”
~Publishers Weekly on Bloom
“An absolute must-read. With its engaging plot and enthralling characters, this novel keeps you hooked from start to finish.”
~The Llama Library on Bloom
“Helen's intelligent writing style and skills have made this story a must-read.”
~FireSerene Reads on Bloom
“It's hot, it's intense, and the plot starts off thick and had me completely spellbound from page one.”
~The Sassy Nerd Blog on Rebel
“Craving is the jaw-dropping book you need to read!”
~New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones on Craving
"Completely raw and addictive."
~#1 New York Times bestselling author Meredith Wild on Craving
“Talon has hit my top five list…up there next to Jamie Fraser and Gideon Cross.”
~USA Today bestselling author Angel Payne on Craving
“Talon and Jade’s instant chemistry heats up the pages…”
~RT Book Reviews on Craving
“Sorry Christian and Gideon, there’s a new heartthrob for you to contend with. Meet Talon. Talon Steel.”
~Booktopia on Craving
“Such a beautiful torment—the waiting, the anticipation, the relief that only comes briefly before more questions arise, and the wait begins again… Check. Mate. Ms. Hardt…”
~Bare Naked Words on Craving
“Made my heart stop in my chest. Helen has given us such a heartbreakingly beautiful series.”
~Tina, Bookalicious Babes on the Steel Brothers Saga
“An enthralling and rousing vampire tale that will leave readers waiting for the sequel.”
~Kirkus Reviews on Unchained
"Dangerous and sexy. A new favorite!"
~New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Day on Unchained
“A dark, intoxicating tale.”
~Library Journal on Unchained
“Helen Hardt has some kind of skill I don’t have the words to describe. Her writing is addictive. She sucked in my mind and I just don’t want to read anything but her right now!”
~OMGReads Blog
“Helen Hardt…is a master story teller.”
~Small Town Book Nerd
PROLOGUE
FALCON
Eight years earlier…
Dad isn’t particularly happy with my plan to join the Navy right out of college. He insisted I build my house on the property, and I did, but the military has always been my dream. My buddy and I have been talking about it since our middle school days. Leif Ramsey and I went to separate colleges, but we stayed in touch, spent our summers together, chasing women and getting drunk. Talking about what we’d do once we joined up.
In two weeks, Mom and I leave for a wine tour of France and Italy. Then, once I’m back, Leif and I are leaving for officer training.
We both want to be Navy SEALs.
We’re both crack shots, but even Leif admits I’m better than he is.
My brother Hawk is a close second.
We like to practice on the edge of the Bellamy property, where the brush of Texas forest meets our ranch land. Hunters come for the mule deer.
; An old barn sits right on the edge of our property, built by my grandfather—hell, maybe his grandfather—years and years ago.
We never go in the barn. It should probably be condemned. But there’s a clearing about a quarter mile away that’s excellent for target practice.
Hawk sets up the targets while I load my pistol.
The clouds above us are rolling, and thunder cracks in the distance.
Once the targets are set, Hawk returns, also looking at the sky. “I don’t know, Falcon. Looks like we might get rained on.”
“So then we get wet.”
I line up my target, aim, shoot three bullets in a row dead center.
“You’re good,” Hawk says. “But not as good as I am.”
He aims, shoots three bullets the same as me, right dead center of his own target.
“I always beat you in contests,” I say.
“Yeah? Nothing says I can’t get better.”
Hawk is three years younger than I am, just finished his freshman year of college. I’m not quite ready for him to be as good as I am at anything, but it’s not like I have a fucking choice.
We continue our practice, until lightning strikes close, and thunder cracks right over our heads.
And then the rains come.
As if from nowhere, water falls from the sky, drenching us.
“Fuck.”
“I better get those targets,” he says.
“Leave them. The winds are picking up. This isn’t going to be any run-of-the-mill Texas rainstorm.”
“We’re pretty far from shelter.”
“There’s that old barn. We can go there.”
We set into a run, reaching the old barn in just a few minutes. The door is latched, which is odd.
“Who could have done that?” I ask Hawk once we’re inside, the rain beating like a drum on the old roof.
I look around. Leaks are everywhere.
“Damn,” Hawk says. “This is one hell of a storm.”
“Yeah, I wish we had a tarp.” I walk around, avoiding the leaks, looking for a dry place where we can wait out the storm. I shuffle my feet over the dirt floor, and when I finally find a place that’s pretty much dry, I shuffle my feet again.
“Damn. What’s this?”
Beneath my shoe is a tiny streak of white. I kneel, take a closer look.
Hawk comes up behind me. “Looks like powdered sugar or something.”
I look around. “Yeah…which means it’s not powdered sugar.”
Hawk sits down beside me. “The dirt is a little bit less compact here as well. What the fuck?”
“We don’t have any shovels,” I say.
“Not sure we need them. This dirt is pretty loose.” Hawk begins shoveling the dirt away with his hands.
I join him, and once we get down about a foot, it becomes clear what that white powder was.
There’s a bag of it, and it’s got a tear in it.
“I’ll be god damned,” Hawk says.
Several bags lie underneath the ripped one.
“Is this what I think it is?” Hawk asks.
“Looks like cocaine to me, not that I’d know.” I take a little bit of the powder on my finger, run it across my tongue. “Sure isn’t powdered sugar. It’s bitter as shit.” I spit it out.
“How the hell did it get here? On our property?”
“I don’t have a clue. But I’m betting I know who does.”
Hawk raises his eyebrows? “Eagle? No. I know he’s a little rebel. Youngest kid syndrome and all. But he’s not into drugs, Falcon. None of us have ever been into that.”
“One way to find out,” I say. “We bring him the fuck out here.”
Hawk points to the stash. “What do we do with this in the meantime?”
“We get it the hell off our property for sure.”
“I don’t want to touch the stuff.”
“You think I do? But what happens if some hunter is out here looking for shelter and finds this?”
He nods. “Yeah, you’re right. What do we do? Take it home and flush it?”
“Or take it to the cops.”
“Falcon…”
I shake my head. “Yeah, I know. If Eagle has anything to do with it, then we’re risking him getting arrested.”
Hawk shakes his head. “I still say Eagle has nothing to do with this. We’re close to the border here. Could be some mule found the spot and thought it would be a good place for a dead drop.”
“I suppose.”
“Which means… Someone will come back here looking for these damned drugs.”
“Shit.” I’m the oldest Bellamy kid. I’ve always taken care of my brothers and sisters. Always looked out for them, made sure no one gave them any shit. What do I do now?
“I say we get out of here. We’ll be in a lot more trouble if someone finds it on this property.”
I nod. “Yeah. We’ll get rid of it.”
I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do. I’m not sure of anything right now.
“You think we can take it all with us once we leave here?”
“I don’t know. Looks like there’s ten bags here at least. Each one weighs about…” I hold in my hands. “This has got to be three pounds.”
“We’ve got our packs. If we leave the targets out there, we can carry it all.”
I nod again.
I’m glad we found it, especially if our brother is involved.
But thirty pounds of coke on our property? This isn’t going to lead to anything good.
In slow motion, I see my future Navy career grinding to a halt.
1
FALCON
Savannah jerks against me in the hot tub, opening her eyes, the water swishing around us.
“You okay, Vannah?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. I thought I heard something.”
“Probably just the dogs playing.”
“Right. It’s not like I could hear anything over the whirring of the jets anyway.”
She snuggles back into my shoulder and I hold her against me, loving the touch of her flesh on mine, until—
She shoots her eyes open when Sydney barks.
“She’s barking, Falcon.”
“They’re just playing.”
“Right…”
But it’s not a playful bark. It’s—
I jerk away from her, standing.
You learn to sense things on the inside. You can be alone, your eyes closed, yet you know when someone is near. Someone who means you harm. It’s a sixth sense, and you can’t make it in prison without it.
And now? I feel it in my fucking bones—that ache in your marrow that helped our cavemen ancestors survive in the wilderness.
Someone’s here for me. My guns are inside the house in a safe. I’m not supposed to have firearms as a parolee, but that doesn’t matter in this moment. How the fuck do I get there, though?
How the fuck do I protect Savannah?
I glance to the only part of the pool house that has a lock—the changing room. She’ll be safe there, for now at least.
“Savannah,” I say as quietly as I can over the hot tub. “See that door by the bar? It goes to the changing room. You go over there, slowly, close the door, and lock it.”
