Forty-Five
Their Obsession
Liv
I scurried away from the morbid arrangement, and my legs couldn’t go fast enough. Too quickly, I stumbled backward and fell, but my arms pushed my body up off the floor. My heels clicked as I ran, glancing back like they were behind me, coming out of the shadows, but all I saw were lifeless, bloodshot hazel eyes staring back at me.
The scent from the flowers lingered in my nose, the smell of Sin and Saint. The dreadful gift had cedarwood all over it, and I hated them. Those fucking lunatics killed a man!
Cut out his eyes because they warned me not to flirt with him. Made his heart stop beating for laying eyes on me because in their screwed-up minds, I only belonged to them. No other man could look at me, touch me or hurt me because Sin and Saint would end them .
With all the fear, anger, and hatred swirling inside of me, I found their bouncer straight ahead. I stomped up to him. He had his back turned to me, but I was dead set on finding the murderers who had killed for me in cold blood. I should run out of the nightclub, get a hotel, and hide away where they’d never find me, but I knew they would track me down.
There was no escaping my phantoms. Nowhere to hide because they’d go to the ends of the earth to find me. I had no choice but to face those fuckers head-on and beat them at their own psychotic game.
I tapped a finger on their bouncer’s shoulder and huffed, “Take me to them. Now.”
He only nodded with an irritated groan, like I was a pesky fly buzzing around his head and wouldn’t screw off. His shoes tapped on the tile as he headed down another hallway and brought me toward his masters. Further into the nightclub, he took me back toward a place I recognized right away because I couldn’t forget. The room where I met Saint for the first time, and he had devoured my pussy. Heat pooled between my thighs and the ache grew, but the journey wasn’t pleasurable. The walk was awkward, unpleasant, and unnerving. But I needed to tell them to their faces, not to kill anyone else.
Would they listen ?
I doubted it, but I had to shoot my shot. I didn’t want someone else’s blood on my hands even though Sin and Saint had been the ones to do the gruesome acts. The very thought of that poor man’s life ending because of me made my stomach sick.
They must’ve followed him after his girlfriend blew him off somewhere outside of the club. Cornered him until he had nowhere to go while he begged for mercy and pleaded for his life. He was a cheating, egotistical asshole, but he didn’t deserve to die. He shouldn’t have had his eyes carved out of their sockets and put on display as punishment.
We got on an elevator, and the enclosure took us to the second floor. No longer anywhere near the nightclub as the doors opened, and the bouncer led me to a door. Bile collected in the back of my throat and threatened to come up, but I held the vomit back. Nerves knotted in the pit of my stomach, and my mind screamed at me to go back.
“They are waiting for you in their penthouse.”
Of course, those assholes were.
Terror coursed through me as I walked through the door and into their home—a dark place like a Gothic dwelling. It was eerily similar to a haunted house. The walls had black paint, there were gargoyle statues, and my skin crawled as if there were cobwebs, but their cleaners would take care of the spiders .
These two not only were shadows, they lived in the shadows, too. Dark, frightening, and cold to the bone. A chill brushed against my skin, and I trembled in the thin air, but I was damn sure there was something there. Maybe an open vent was around me or a cracked window, but there was no evidence of either. I bet ghosts haunted this place.
This wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Sin and Saint were ghosts, and they would live with them, too. Together with their creepy, fucked-up shit and creeping people out with their haunting ways.
Something furry rubbed against my leg. “Shit!”
Startled, a black cat meowed and made my heart leap up into my throat. The cat scared the crap out of me! But the cute little bugger purred as its head pressed into my ankle.
I bent down and picked up the kitty from the floor. The feline didn’t appear to mind as it rubbed its head against my chest, and I pet the cuddly creature. The tame animal helped calm my nerves as I stood up and carried the cat with me.
“I see you’ve met Rocko.”
“Jesus!” I yelled and spun around.
Sin stepped out of the shadows from where he hid, watching and waiting, while he peered at me inside his home. He took in the prey he had lured here with his gruesome bait. A trap set in motion for me as a punishment for my rude behavior under their roof. Fuck their rules. Screw them. I had had it with their sick and disturbing actions.
“Here, pussy, pussy,” Sin called.
The cat wouldn’t listen. He had a mind of his own. I liked Rocko, and I think we’d get along great.
“It’s a cat. Not my cunt.”
Sin growled, “Scram, you damn pest.”
Loudly, he clapped his hands and Rocko hissed, but he leaped from my arms. The darkness ate up his black fur coat as he hurried off and mingled with the ghosts.
“Hey!” I exclaimed with an attitude. “I like him.”
“And we like you, but we have other matters to attend to.”
Saint came into view behind Sin. The pair belonged in the dark. They wore shades of black with ripped jeans and shirts showing off their tattoos. I was furious with them, but they were delicious. I couldn’t deny their sexy good looks with Sin’s hair falling over his forehead and Saint’s intense blue eyes staring right at me. Their frustration with me was overbearing, but my anger faced them head-on.
“What the fuck is wrong with the pair of you?”
“Nothing,” Saint answered.
“Like hell there isn’t!” I exclaimed and took two steps toward them. “You killed that man in cold blood!”
Saint shrugged. “So?”
I can’t believe this! They have no emotion. Not a care in the world.
“So, I should call the cops and have your asses thrown in jail,” I threatened as I reached into my purse and took out my cell phone. “I bet they’d lock you up and throw away the damn—”
Sin launched forward and took my phone. “What the fuck? Give me that back!”
“No police.”
I jumped repeatedly and tried to get my phone back from Sin’s grasp, but all he did was laugh. His evil sound echoed throughout the room, and I hated him for making me feel so small.
“Look, Saint. She’s our little bunny.”
“A pretty bouncy one,” Saint added.
Sin growled, “A sweet doe I want to chase, watching those perky tits bounce to and fro.”
Sin grabbed the back of my neck as I yelped from his death grip, and a flash of light blinded me. The asshole snapped my picture! He had some nerve.
“I won’t have you killing anyone else because of me,” I warned through clenched teeth .
“And we won’t have you misbehaving with anyone,” Sin breathed as he heaved me toward his chest and spit hit my face with each word. “Do you understand me?”
“Make me, fucker,” I snapped.
The tension between us could cut like a knife—slice through all the fear and chemistry and leave us with open wounds. Blood would pour from our gashes as we fought for control, and no one would make it out alive. We’d die together, but these two would love that. Our spirits stuck together in this goddamn haunted house. Forever.
To hell with that!
“We warned you. No one touches or looks at what is ours.” Saint reminded me from behind me.
“His death is your punishment.” Sin glared. “But he was a loser who only wanted to use you and get under your dress.”
He jerked my head, yanking me to make me understand. Pain bloomed at the nape of my neck and tears bit at my eyes, but I pushed through the hurt. I forced myself to return his glare with not one ounce of fear because he didn’t deserve it.
“So what?” I spat like a wild animal, completely enraged. “I wanted to use him too! To escape the pair of you! ”
“Liv, Liv, Liv…” Sin tsked and breathed heavily against my cheek. “There’s no escaping us. But now that you’ve received your punishment, you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
“Fuck you.”
Sin laughed. “All in good time, sweetheart.”
He tossed me backward, and I stumbled into Saint’s arms. He held me and licked up my cheek; the wetness left a feverish heat searing through me. But I jerked my head away from his tongue only for him to laugh at me, too.
“Disgusting.”
Their evil laughter mixed into one as Saint said, “Run, little obsession, run.”
“If we find you, we’ll screw you,” Sin promised through clenched teeth as his head bowed and he stared at me with insane certainty. “And we’ll stick our dicks in every hole you have.”