Apr 11, 20233 min read

For My Sins by S C Cunningham. EXTRACT

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Book Description

An addictive mix of 'Lock Stock', 'RocknRolla', 'Killing Eve', and 'Line of Duty'.

Knowing his days are numbered, a seasoned criminal finds his life calling, to expose and cull the sordid underbelly of the world's elite. Delicious, charming, cunning, avenging, David Howard escapes prison and agrees to an MI6 deal, to close down a high-profile trafficking ring in exchange for his freedom - setting a thief to catch a thief.

With a target on his back, he's helped by a rogue police unit, working behind the scenes to right cases that fall through the courts' fingers. In an unlikely coupling, they share a goal... and will risk everything to attain it.

A page-turning, cheeky, thought-provoking, at times laugh-out-loud, contemporary psycho-thriller, that comes with a warning.

CAUTION

Adult language, sex, violence, triggers.

Book Extract

After causing a gang of friends a year of hell, avenging killer, David Howard has escaped prison and a warehouse fire. They are gathered in Franco’s apartment after a visit from police investigating the fire.

The doorbell sounded; the gang froze. All eyes went to Michael.

‘I dunno,’ he shrugged his shoulders. ‘Maybe the police have more questions.’

They watched in silence as he checked the intercom screen; Anton’s cheeky face peered up into the camera. He pressed the entry button and grumbled into the speaker.

‘Where the bloody hell have you been?’ turning to the room he nodded. ‘It’s Anton, about bleedin time. Now we’re all here, we can talk. Decide what we do next.’

The lift mechanism whirred as it trundled to the top floor.

‘Okay, so let me get this right, Michael,’ Seb walked the room, handing out whisky tumblers.

‘David’s sister Helen, and her date, Harry, are dead, dissected in a warehouse by BiJou, aka Vanessa Butler, your sister, Franco’s ex, because she had a crush on David from school and wanted to impress him by deleting names on his revenge list,’ he scratched his head, pulling the strands together.

‘You couldn’t make this shit up,’ Josie shook her head. Seb continued.

‘Then David started beating up BiJou for killing his sister. You laid into him, defending her. The warehouse caught fire. You stabbed David in self-defense. BiJou tried to save him and died under a falling beam. You and Tara dragged the bodies out of the fire. He was taken off in an ambulance, the ambulance crashed, and he escaped, with no one knowing he was even there. As far as police are concerned, he allegedly died in a previous fire whilst on the run from prison.’

He took a sip of whiskey and continued.

‘Leaving us back at square one, hiding from a nutter. A man who was abused at school, has a kill list of those who hurt him, with our names on it, because we got him arrested for trying to kill our friend Tara, for not fancying him at school.’

‘Yep, that about sums it up,’ Michael sipped his drink. The noise of the ascending lift caught his attention, it wasn’t normally that loud with one person in it.

‘That bastard has nine lives,’ spat Franco, giving Tara a side long look. ‘And we are protecting him, why?’

‘Damage control,’ Michael sighed. ‘Your name need not be involved; your career has been bombarded enough with bad press. The police think he’s dead, and I will sort it.’

The lift doors opened, all heads turned as Anton stepped nervously into the room, followed by David, pointing a gun to the back of his head.

‘Honey I’m home,’ he sing-songed beaming at Tara, his shirt torn, covered in soot and blood.

Author Bio

Having worked in the worlds of sport, music, celebrity management, and law enforcement (CID Crime Investigator, Major Crime Team Intel Analyst, Wanted & Absconder Unit), Cunningham creates psychological thrillers with a skilled mix of fuelled tension, dark humor, and pulsating passion, offering a fresh level of sincerity and authority, rare in fiction.