5. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Evie
I think about everything that just happened on the ride to Jeffs. I know what Saints are. I grew up watching witches help many of them over the years. I remember even more now though.
It’s like I’m waking up for the first time in ten years to everything I thought I knew about myself being clouded by new truths.
The guy I always kind of thought of as my mother’s boyfriend, or the closest thing to it, told me all about the Saints. He was a sweet man that mom helped out all the time.
Hell, the last time I saw him was at her funeral. He was with another man that I recognized as one of my mama’s friends who would come over from time to time needing her help with something.
Darius is the one that handed me an envelope that said, ‘open when the time is right Evie.’ It was written in my mama’s handwriting.
Fuck, I remember now, he is Liam and Noah’s dad, and the other guy, Enzo, that I thought was mamas’ good friend is Brixon’s dad.
Fuck me. I kinda feel bad for that one. Daphne is the greatest, and my mama would have never done that to her best friend.
It's not unusual for witches to leave behind letters, or notes with instructions for their loved ones. I haven't opened that letter yet, but it's been on my mind every single day for over two years, ever since Mama's funeral. I feel like the moment has finally come.
I need answers.
I should just drop Brook off at Jeff's place and confront him for being a total liar. I can always pick them up later. But honestly, this opportunity to deal with both of them feels too good to pass up.
Kill them quickly? Or see if the guys still get off on this kind of shit? I’m curious to see how they react.
I think back to a few weeks ago when Jeff strolled into my store for the first time. He showered me with compliments, showcasing his charming and sweet personality.
He returned for four consecutive days, each time bringing a thoughtful gift—my favorite coffee one day, rare herbs the next, which I technically grow myself but appreciated the gesture. He even brought art from a local gallery that he said reminded him of me.
I had genuinely hoped to give him a chance; he was nice on our two dates, and I never sensed any insincerity. We hadn’t even held hands, let alone kissed. He almost leaned in for a kiss, but I pulled back, pretending to be shy.
He has just been a nice distraction from the shit show that I call life. I knew from his line of work what he really was.
Jeff is an up-and-coming lawyer known for defending powerful men accused of hurting women and children, often getting them off the hook.
His parents are entrenched in politics, so he enjoys special treatment and constant bailouts, paying off people to keep his clients satisfied and returning.
He's a real piece of shit. Deep down, I always knew he’d have to be dealt with eventually. I guess I was just hoping he’d somehow take care of himself, maybe have an accident or something.
Oh well, Bo Jangles and Miss Minnie Pearl will love the fact that they are getting some fresh meat tonight. Emily has no idea exactly what I do out there most nights, other than checking on my greenhouse.
Emily loved spending time in the greenhouse while we were there. She often said it was the most therapeutic experience she'd ever had, the only thing that helped her, aside from losing herself in a good book.
We pull up to Jeffs building and Noah parks the little car in a secluded area of the parking garage.
The whole ride to Jeffs I have distracted myself with all the questions that will have to wait until we get to the bayou.
I hid my mother’s letter, the grimoire, and trunk that I found in the attic, down in the bayou houses safe. I only put the crystal in the safe at work to entice the little bitches. I just didn’t know they had a pimp.
I knew if Brook and her mother had ulterior motives for her getting a job in my shop, they would show their cards quickly. They aren’t smart enough to hide what they were trying to do from me.
I’m honestly surprised that Beth’s other daughter, Bianca, hasn’t shown up to play yet. I heard they had a falling out, but you never know with people like them. It could have just been a rouse to see who is loyal and to whom.
Brook and Bianca are always trying to one up the other for their mother’s attention, so they could be keeping her in the background for now. Until they need her.
It always works out that way for Bianca. She has more power than her mother and sister put together if she would just get away from them. The ancestors haven’t decided on her yet.
I have always referred to them as the three B’s, along with the rest of the coven.
Beth cased the place pretty hard when they both came in for Brook to fill out an application. She was nervous, jittery, and had her fake, nice voice going, trying to blow smoke up my ass.
She kept repeating how absolutely stunning my store is, how proud she is of me, and how proud she knows my mama and gran are, watching over me.
It took everything I had, in that moment, not to rip her limb from limb for even breathing their names. Her time is coming. I have something special planned for her, but I want her to watch her coven fall around her, until she is the only one left standing. I want her to be scared.
“So how are we going to play this? You go and entice him to come out?” Brixon asks, smirking at me, probably thinking I’m stumped. Granted, I had no clue he lived in an apartment in the Quarter, but I came prepared.
“You guys be ready when I bring him out.” I smirk as I grab a small vile out of my bag and a handkerchief. The three of them watch me intently, wondering what the hell I mean.
I pour half the contents of the vile on the white cotton cloth and hand it to Brixon, careful not to get any on myself or him, “When I get him out here, you jump him from behind and put this over his face. Try not to get any of it on you. It’s a type of poison I created to immobilize and knock out my victims for a bit, but given over time, they will die. The best part is it isn’t traceable!”
It’s actually a very simple concoction of mandrake, henbane, lavender, chamomile, valerian, and a touch of Nightshade berry.
You just have to know the science behind the mixture to dilute it down enough not to kill anyone. Instead, it just knocks them out so I can get them where I need them to be and make them suffer.
Everyone questioned my reasoning for taking the chem aspect of botany and phytochemistry. It’s simple really. I needed to know how to kill someone without a trace.
Of course I didn’t tell people that. I just explained that I wanted to cure diseases and needed the knowledge of being able to study the chemicals derived from plants. I really do want to make a difference. Killing evil asshats just happens to be a hobby.
Brixon and I climb out of the tight space that they call a backseat in this tiny car.
“I’ll make sure he gets his keys to come look at the long scratch down his car, then, you and I can talk on the way out to the bayou,” I point back and forth between me and Brixon, then look to the other two, “We will take his car, the black BMW over there,” I point to his luxury SUV, then back to the guys, “you two follow.” I instruct with a grin as I turn with a little bounce to my step as I move towards the elevator.
I don’t miss the smirk Brixon gives me. I can see the wheels turning in his head realizing I actually haven’t changed from when we were kids, I just found myself again after mama died.
Well, I thought I had anyway.
My psycho is one of the things Brixon loved about me.
It’s also what made the witches fear me. They still do, but now I at least know why.
The elevator doors open to the third floor. Luckily, Brook put Jeffs entire address in her GPS, so I was able to see his apartment number. I turn left out of the elevator to realize the numbers are going up from what I need and turn around to head the other direction.
I see his door, number 319. I place my hand on the knob and am immediately hit with a vision of Jeff pushing Brook up against the door, with one hand on her throat and the other on the doorknob. He grips her throat tighter as he leans in, close to her ear and whispers, “You were a very bad girl tonight pet. It’s time you learn a lesson from your Saint. I’m going to treat you like the whore you were always meant to be. I want you naked, on your knees, begging for my cock in the kitchen, understood?” He twists the knob opening the door and pushes her in roughly still by her neck making her land on her ass. “Now crawl to the kitchen pet.”
She just smiles up at him and does as he asks.
I let go of the door almost gagging at the thought of them together, and the fact that he is a Saint, well that is new news to me. I knock a couple of times, waiting for him to answer.
Nothing.
I’m startled, jumping back slightly, when the door to the apartment next to his swings open, and a blonde, Barbie-like girl bounces out, locking her door behind her. She glances back and gives a small wave as she skips down the long hallway toward the elevator.
I reach for the knob again, and suddenly I'm hit with a vision of a redhead I recognize—Shelby? A handsome man I don’t know is carrying her out of the apartment, wrapped in a hideous comforter. Tears stream down her face as she sobs and clings to him.
The knob turns and I’m pulled into the apartment abruptly.
What the fuck.
I snap back to reality, startled as a hand covers my mouth, and I find myself face-to-face with Jeff. I can’t help but smirk beneath his grip, letting my body relax. I see the tension in his eyes soften at my reaction, his rage and fear giving way to something more like desire.
He’s too easy!
The moment his hand loosens on my lips and his guard drops, he lets out a sigh, completely unaware of the game I’m about to play with him.
I quickly bite his hand as my knee meets his balls! He drops like a sack of potatoes.
I reach into my pocket and take out the vile I brought with me just in case. I stomp his nuts one more time with my black boot, also crushing his hand, which was trying to cover his manhood.
I look around, set the vile on the little entry way table, and grab a leather-bound journal setting next to it, bringing it down swiftly, it connects with his cheek. I hit him over and over with it, until he is a puffy swollen mess.
This pussy is barely even moaning now, hardly moving, still clinging to what’s left of his precious family jewels.
I feel like it’s safe for me to look around his place. I move through the apartment swiftly, finding all kinds of details on his laptop he left open on the coffee table.
I grab the dirty dress socks off of the floor in front of the couch and move on.
I find paper towels, rope, tape, and zip ties on the kitchen counter and bring them all back with me to tie him up.
Jeff stirs slightly, moaning when I roll him over and zip tie his hands behind his back.
“You are going to die, you stupid little cunt. You can’t take down the Saints. You will both die because he couldn’t stay away from you. It’s only a matter of time.” He tries to laugh but chokes on his own snot.
I throw my head back, howling a full-on laugh, “Oh Jeff, I don’t want to take out the Saints. That would be inconsiderate of me since I have my own Saint to think about. I Just want to take out the old school predators who think women are just fuck toys and sell them to the highest bidder. You wouldn’t be one of those would you?” I roll him back over, locking eyes with him, as I slowly inch towards him again.
This time I have his dirty socks he left on the floor, and a roll duct tape in hand.
His eyes grow wide when I stuff the socks in his mouth and wrap the tape all the way around his head multiple times, only leaving his eyes and nostrils free.
I rip open his pale blue collared shirt, sending buttons flying across the wood floor, softly clinking. I place my hand over his heart.
The visions hit me hard. The images flicker quickly showing me all of the women he has tortured, raped, sold, and killed. I remove my hand quickly, feeling what his victims felt, as a tear escapes.
“You are going to suffer for what you have done. Every single person that you have hurt will have their vengeance with your blood!” I spit the words out like venom. It’s how they taste in my mouth, like poison.
These are the kinds of moments that make me want to wear leather gloves all the time and shut myself off from everyone and everything.
I throw myself into my work at the apothecary, focusing on the tasks that my visions provide. I’ve pushed everything aside in the name of vengeance, telling myself I’ll truly live once it’s all over, however long that takes.
Taking a deep breath, I count to ten and let it out to calm myself.
I grab the small vial and the paper towel from the kitchen. Carefully, I pour a couple of drops onto the towel and lean down to the piece of shit, shoving it into the small holes I left for him to breathe through his nose.
He struggles for a moment, then passes out. I wait a beat before finally pulling the paper towel away from his face.
I can’t kill him yet. What fun would that be?
“That should do it, pet!” I say as I smack his tape covered cheek with a smirk.
I grab Jeffs keys, rushing out the door, running smack into Brixon’s hard chest.
“Are you okay? We were starting to get worried.” He pulls me in and hugs me, kissing the top of my head.
I pull back and push him away. “I’m fine, it just didn’t go as planned. You guys will have to figure out how to carry him down.”
I know I sounds rude, and that he truly cares but I need air, I need to ground myself after seeing all the images from Jeff’s life.
That little kiss on my head sent fireworks straight to my underappreciated pussy, leaving my legs feeling weak. I need to keep my wits about me if I’m going to be doing any torturing of lost souls today. I mean, technically, I don’t usually do the killing myself.
I’ll let the boys have fun watching, but these are my victims!