8. Sin
Chapter 8
Sin
26 weeks
I tried explaining to her how many girls we had saved but she kept stopping me every time I tried. MJ has been groomed since birth to be handed over to a Saint on her eighteenth birthday. She will be his covenant. The only hole that hasn’t been touched on this poor girl is her cunt so that she is a virgin for the sick bastard she has been promised to. She will live a normal life as the wife of a young, up-and-coming member of the Saints.
I’ve heard of them but have never had to deal with them. I know they are a ruthless group who have people all over the country, but no one knows who actually runs the operation. I have heard rumors of them having the head of their families here in NOLA, but they haven’t fucked with me, so I haven’t fucked with them. I know they are not people I want to be on bad terms with under any circumstance if the rumors are true. They don’t take outsiders, and most who go poking their nose trying to find them end up dead.
“What are you thinking about?” MJ asks as she takes a bite of ice cream. She wanted to do things that Savvy liked to do and walk a mile in her shoes type of thing as she put it at breakfast. I decided to take her to Savvy’s favorite places and some memorable ones for me. It’s allowed me to think of Savvy without breaking down every five minutes. To feel her again in some way .
“I’m thinking about how I’m going to be able to take on the Saints to get you out of being a covenant.” I wink at her as I lick my rocky road ice cream cone.
She bursts out laughing, “You and what army dude.” She shakes her head still chuckling at me.
“I guess I do have an army when I think about it.” I nod my head smiling to myself.
“I was kidding, you can’t start a war with the Saints, they will destroy you, and I can’t have that happen when I promised Savvy that I would help you. Trust me when I say I’m not worth it.”
“You are worth it, but don’t worry, I won’t start a war with them unless I have to.” I try to ease the worried look on her face.
“It won’t be bad; I’ve already met my Saint. His name is Alec Landry. He is very handsome and treated me very well when I had dinner with him last week; he always does. He doesn’t want a pet or me to be a doll all the time, just in the bedroom. He wants a real life with me. He has had a say in my upbringing and what I am and am not allowed to do but asks me what my likes and dislikes are. He likes me for me and doesn’t want me to change a thing. If you want to know about the Saints, ask your father. Mine may have been a complete dick head, but yours isn’t much better. Just ask him.” I know her words are cryptic for a reason, and she can only tell me what the queen wants her to. I don’t even have to ask the questions; she is giving information away freely.
“So, Saint Alec is your one true love huh? You actually want to do this?” I ask knowing what her answer will be. She has been trained to believe whatever they tell her to.
“Of course, it’s my duty as the daughter of a Saint. Plus, he is hot as fuck, and I will be living like a princess.” She explains further but stops and looks up at me with wide eyes.
“You are the daughter of a Saint?” I ask with my head cocked to the side in pure confusion. “Sebastian?” I ask.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out, “Let’s go into the cemetery, Savvy said it’s iconic.” She finally says as she hangs her head and walks toward the gates of Savvy’s favorite place in NOLA. I thought it would be the park but no, the cemetery is what always brought her the most joy. I think back to the last time we came here, for Savvy’s birthday. I laugh a bit as I walk in thinking about Cami saying Savvy loves the cemetery so much because she is a natural earth witch. She said she could feel the spirits all over NOLA, but she feels the spirits of the witches of NOLA in the cemetery and that’s why it brings her joy. Gotta love Cami. She always made Savvy feel like she was part of her world.
I catch up to MJ and smile when I see her eyes go straight to the one place Savvy always did. The alter from The Originals.
“This is the place Savvy said was in the show she has been making me watch all week.” She giggles as she jumps up sitting herself on the altar. “Rebekah!” She raises her fist as she yells and starts laughing. “You are into that show too from what Savvy said. I get it, but the story of the Michaelson children isn’t nearly as enticing as their mothers. Now that witch bitch knew how to rock the boat. Wouldn’t you agree.” She smiles at me with hope in her eyes.
“She was doing what she thought was best. I actually thought she believed she was helping them leave behind the life that she bestowed upon them with their dignity intact. Same as I brought you into this world, I can take you out and bring back one just like you, kind of attitude. She loved them in her own way.” I say as I start to think about what she is saying.
“Oh, and their father always blaming the bastard son that only wanted love. What made a man like that tic? He would have killed his wife eventually and everyone else around him had his son not killed her first. Fiction always lets the characters come back.” She says cryptically.
“Fiction is always better than real life, until it isn’t.” Savvy said that once. She used to always just say fiction is better but started adding that last bit after Bash. When life throws you something unbelievable and it starts to feel like one of your books. That is what Savvy said about Bash one night at the lake. I smile wide as I think of my angel that night. We had taken the truck out to one of her pops pastures and lined the bed with blankets and pillows. We had cheeseburgers and chili cheese fries with her favorite wine, and I had a few beers. We watched the night sky turn into a billion stars above us as I made love to her. I’ll have to keep that memory in my back pocket to jack off to later. I’m still feeling the blue balls from this morning.
“Now you are starting to get the way this game is played. Ready to take me to lunch? I want to get as much in before I have to head back home. Tableau is what Savvy said was the best place for gumbo and her favorite crème Brulé.” She smiles as she flutters her eyelashes, like Savvy does when she is being cute, wanting something.
“If that is what you want, then that is what you shall have my dear.” I reply giving her a soft smile.
We walk back to Tableau and get a balcony table just like Savvy always prefers. We take our seats just as the waiter comes over to take our drink orders.
“I’ll have a blackberry cobbler.” She says sweetly looking over at me with narrowed eyes daring me not to let her have this.
“Bourbon, neat.” I look at MJ and shake my head as the waiter walks off. We sit at the same table that Savvy and I sat at our first time here. The day my world was turned upside down and hasn’t been the same since.
“Thank you for not ratting me out. Savvy said that they wouldn’t ID me if I was with you.” She smiles wide and I can see the excitement in her eyes. Savvy told her about our first date, now she is trying to recreate it. Why? I have no clue, but I’ll go along if Savvy told her all of this. I’ll play.
“That is the drink that Savvy always orders here.”
“I know, and you are going to order us gumbo with French bread, and we are going to talk and get to know each other, then we will have crème Brulé. I won’t get to see my dad getting jerked off by some slut on the stairs though. I know the whole thing. No tattoos either. Fiona and Alec would kill me.” She laughs .
“Wow, Savvy told you about everything huh?” I ask, wondering if this is part of what will help me get her back.
“She told me enough. I know she loves you and would do just about anything to get back to you. I’m glad she killed Sebastian. He wasn’t a good guy.” She reaches into her back jeans pocket and pulls out a shiny piece of paper and hands it to me. It’s an ultrasound photo. Savvy’s writing is on the back. Look what we made! He is perfect! I turn the photo over and look at the perfect silhouette of my son. He is perfect, angel, just like you. I hold it close to my chest and know they are okay. I fold it up and put it in my pocket.
“Thank you.” I say as I brush a single tear away.
“You deserve to see your son to.” She replies in an almost whisper.
“I also deserve to be with my wife.” I raise my head, meeting her eyes just as the waiter brings our drinks and I bark out our order. He shuffles off quickly after putting our drinks down on the tiny little napkins.
MJ picks up her drink with a snide smirk and takes a sip, cocks her head, looks at it with wide eyes, and takes another long sip this time.
“This really is good. Savvy said it’s the one thing she wants after giving birth.” She stops and looks at me as her eyes widen.
“I’m sorry. I know you don’t deserve my snarky comments and telling you what Savvy wants. You know better than anyone.” She finally softens and sits back in her seat.
“How is she feeling? What is she craving? Can I write her a note or something you can take her back from me?” I am asking all the questions because I want to know. I want to know everything she can tell me about my girl.
“I was only allowed to meet her last week, but we have been spending a ton of time together and even had a sleepover. She is good. I can tell she is careful around me because she isn’t sure she can trust me yet. You can give me something for her, but slip it to me later, discreetly. Like I said there are eyes on us. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to give it to her, but I will try. She wants ice cream all the time with salted caramel, chocolate fudge, topped with pecans and whipped cream. She also wants Cajun food twenty-four seven. She eats blackened alligator like it’s a major food group. She chugs apple juice like its water. She doesn’t like the coffee so we need to pick up the kind she likes while I’m here.” She says almost as a whisper as if they are close enough to hear what she says.
“We can go to the little store for her coffee. I’ll even show you her favorite creamer. I can’t imagine Savvy without her coffee. Has she killed anyone yet?” I joke.
“Almost once, but she lived, unfortunately.” She chuckles, but I know she isn’t joking.
The waiter brings us our food and I can see her excitement as she digs in, buttering her French bread before she dips it in the gumbo and takes a bite. “Oh my god this is good. I can’t believe I get to live here with all this food. I will be soon enough and then I can get this kind of stuff all the time.” She gives me a sad smile as she takes a big bite of gumbo. She reminds me of Savvy always eating her feelings. I’m trying to figure out where the little thing keeps putting all this food.
“Maybe we will get to see each other more after your move and Savvy is back.” I prod, trying to see how she reacts to seeing each other again.
“Maybe.” She looks at me like I’m stupid for even insinuating that it could happen. Not because Savvy won’t be here, but because MJ won’t be able to be. We will see about that.