Thirty-Seven
Their Obsession
Liv
“ I look fucking ridiculous in this.”
“Shut the fuck up, man. She’ll fucking hear us,” Saint hissed at him.
I almost giggled at their stupidity. But a slap caught my attention.
“Did you just fucking hit me?”
“Yep,” Saint said with a pop of the P .
All right. This was enough. I tried to escape the mainstream media, not bring it straight to me. Those two idiots would draw unwanted attention because of their endless obsession with me.
I pulled up my panties, opened the door and huffed, “What are you two doing here?”
My arms folded across my chest as I glared at their dumbfounded faces and couldn’t stop from laughing even if I tried. Sin and Saint wore blue scrubs. Scrub caps covered their hair and stethoscopes hung around their necks. But they still wore those stupid skull necklaces.
Saint smacked Sin on the head. “Too loud, man. I told you.”
Sin’s scrub cap flew off his head, leaving his hair a tousled mess, standing on edge. A grunt of frustration escaped him as he eyed Saint and his fists clenched. His temple pulsed from the sides of his forehead and shit was about to go down.
No way. Not on my watch.
“What the hell are you two idiots wearing?”
The sound of my voice drew Sin’s attention back to me, and my distraction had worked. He ripped the stethoscope from his neck and threw it to the floor. Strands of black hair fell into his face as he slightly tilted his chin down and his dark eyes fell on me, but I swear I stopped breathing for all of sixty seconds.
Jesus, Sin could be intense.
“This was Saint’s dumb idea to disguise ourselves, and I was a moron for going along with it.”
“You look ridiculous.” I giggled.
But truthfully, the best friends were incredibly delicious.
“It was a good plan until this asshole ruined it,” Saint admitted with a scowl and took off his amusing scrub cap.
“It was doomed from the beginning,” Sin grumbled as he glanced at Saint and a suspicious smirk grew. “But our other plan for destruction worked perfectly.”
I curiously asked, “What plan?”
I uncrossed my arms and stepped closer toward them. A mistake? Maybe. But I wanted an answer.
“We had a prior commitment in the early morning hours,” Sin said and ran his hand across my cheek. “Before you came all over Saint’s face.”
An electric current zinged from his touch, and I batted his hand away. Sin didn’t stop. His fingers traced my lips and the voltage between us returned. This time I didn’t fight; I was too sick of it. I was tired of the constant battle between us from the moment I met him. Talk about the wrong place at the wrong time. But in his deranged mind, he’d view the moment as the right fucking time, down to the very second.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” I glared up at Sin intensely. “What did you do?”
“We can’t kill your fiancé,” Saint answered as he came into view on the other side of Sin and pet my head.
“So we broke his hands,” Sin added with pride and gave a laugh. “One by one we stomped on them, and the scumbag even pissed himself.”
“Can you believe that?” Saint asked and their laughter overtook the room .
I couldn’t. I wished I had witnessed the asshole wetting his pants, but again, another moment these fuckers had stolen from me. Or saved me from?
Fuck.
No. Their damn touch steered me in the wrong direction and veered me into a head on collision. Back on the road in the right lane, my mind tried to track, but my heart beat wildly at them doing this, and I knew straight away their plan was all for me.
“You did this for me?” I asked, needing verification.
“Yes. All for you. Sebastian hurt you. No one hurts what’s ours.” Sin glared and clenched his teeth.
“We had to ensure he couldn’t do it again.”
“And his hands cracked nicely,” Sin said.
“Did you have to knock him out, though?” I asked with narrowed eyes and a tilt of my head.
“Yes,” Saint growled.
“The unfortunate incident needed to look like a robbery.”
Saint hissed, “And the asshole deserved more than a blow to his face.”
“He should be dead.” Sin’s eyes swirled with darkness, and he pulled down my lower lip with his thumb. “We can still do it. Say the word and it’s done.”
I turned my head away from his touch. “No.”
“I can play doctor and walk right in there. Some air could accidentally get into his IV line and poof…” Sin breathed into my face, with extra emphasis on the last word. “He’s gone.”
“Or I could take a pillow and suffocate him until his fucking eyes—”
“No. I need him alive,” I interrupted with frustration as my belly cramped and my hands rubbed the painful ache.
Sin laid his hands on mine. “Something is wrong. What is it?”
“It’s nothing,” I said as I pushed away his hands. I didn’t need his help.
Saint took my face in his hands, and his concerned eyes searched my face. His grip was rough and forced my lips to pucker, but the moment somehow was tender. My phantoms were rarely gentle and loved to bring me constant pain. But something about this was different, and maybe I was going insane.
I winced at the throb between my thighs and the shooting pain radiating down my legs. Medication wasn’t an option when these fuckers wouldn’t let me out of their sight.
“You are sore,” Saint whispered as his warm breath fanned my face and his nose touched mine. “Tell us.”
“I’m not,” I argued and pulled my head back.
I couldn’t breathe. Saint’s sweet sentiment was too much. I needed space and room to think. He clouded all my better judgment and—
“Now,” Sin growled as he put his hands over Saint’s and made me aware of his internal need.
Stone-cold, dusty-coal eyes and an azure stare pierced right at me. No details were under looked as their gazes spiraled with worry and focused on me like laser beams. Red, sweltering heat blasted through me and flushed up my body as my hands pulled at theirs.
The world spun, and I was instantly dizzy. It had to be from my blood loss, a sure symptom from my condition they didn’t need to know jack shit about. Their concern had no effect on me, and I could never give a damn about their feelings because they had none.
Or did I?
I needed to get away from them. Their stupid cedarwood scent was getting to me.
“Let me go,” I voiced, struggling in their strong hold.
“You’re in pain and we won’t stand for it,” Sin breathed as he clenched his teeth together and shook my face. “ We are the only ones who will ever make you feel pain.”
“It’s none of your damn business,” I snapped.
“Your discomfort is ours, and we’ll do anything to make your hurt come to an end,” Saint added with a crazy gleam in his eyes, and something about his frantic behavior made me cave.
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, but let me go right this instant.”
Immediately, their hands dropped, but they never backed away. Their fiery breaths were hot on my face and their eyes burned straight into my soul. Fire raged right at my essence’s door and they blazed against it, trying to get inside.
“Tell us,” they demanded in unison with urgency.
“I have my period.”