6. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Brixon
I have to admit, this isn't the reaction I expected from my little witch. She’s standoffish and looks downright angry at me. I know she remembers everything now, so why isn’t she even glancing my way as we drive to the bayou? It feels like she’s mad at me for something I didn’t cause.
“I get that you’re confused about everything. It took me a few days to wrap my head around it all to. I’m sorry if I’m coming on too strong,” I say, trying to gauge how she feels and hoping to break the tension.
“I remember everything, and everyone now! I even forgot Cami! Cami! She was my best friend! I lost you! Ten fucking years! So, yeah, I’m a little pissed right now. Sorry if I’m not having the reaction you think I should have. I know I love you-- or I did, but you have no idea what is coming for us. I saw it all, and I’m still processing, so excuse me if I’m not still your perfect little witch!”
She’s throwing a temper tantrum, just like she used to when we were kids, and something caught her off guard. It’s almost cute how bratty she can be. I can’t help but smirk at her.
“You’re being a brat, and you know it. I can’t wait to spank that pretty little ass of yours.” I chuckle at her and grab her hand, intertwining our fingers. She doesn’t pull away, letting me know I’m cracking her shell.
“I remember everything too. This has been torture being so close to you and not being able to touch you, Eves. I have never loved anyone since you, and I never will. You are my past, present, and future. Heart and Soul. Till we are ghosts.” I raise her hand up and kiss her knuckles. I hear her breath hitch and know she still loves me too.
“And even then, I will chase you into the afterlife and love you until the heavens crumble.” She meets my gaze, and a heavy sigh escapes her lips.
“I thought I’d never truly been in love. I convinced myself I lost my virginity in college to a drunk rugby player after too many shots of hippy juice. I believed I turned into a monster when mama got sick, but now I see that I’ve always been a monster—I just had a break. I don’t know how to process what I’m feeling or the visions that have overwhelmed me in the last few hours. My head is pounding. How can I even begin to understand who I am and what I’m meant to do with what I’ve seen?”
She’s trying so hard to express herself, yet I can feel her holding back, trapped in a storm of emotions that she can’t quite see her way through. My heart aches for her struggle, for the weight of her past, and the uncertainty of her future.
“We aren’t kids anymore! We lost ten years, but we have the rest of our lives to make up for it. There is a lot you still don’t know, and we will get to that, but after we get rid of these assholes, can we please just talk and get past this? I just want to be with you. I don’t want to waste any more time with the why, just the now, and the future. Can we do that?” I try to let her know my point of view after wrestling with all the horrible thoughts that I have had. I am still pissed too, but that isn’t going to get us anywhere.
“Yeah, but you are going to have to give me a minute to catch up okay. You have had weeks. Just give me some time to take out some aggression and then we can talk. I’m just trying to process, ya know?” I nod and she continues on with how this is all just so overwhelming at the moment.
She doesn’t seem as angry by the time we pull onto the dirt road leading back to her grans old place. We came out here all the time as kids. It finally feels like everything is coming full circle now. I’m not going to pretend that this is all normal, because it isn’t.
A few weeks ago, I still thought that all the witch stuff was just some bullshit to scare the families of the Saints to fall in line and do what was asked. Now, I’ve seen firsthand what witches can do. I remember what I was taught growing up.
I still have my reservations, because I remember the car accident. But is it possible? Maybe. I’m not saying I’m convinced, just that I have a better understanding.
I feel bad for always calling my mom a nut job. She was a devout catholic, but everyone knew she was a witch and even if they didn’t like her, they respected Dahlia Blaze.
My mother loved Genevieve. She always told me that she and I were destined by the stars. I knew she was right.
“This is where it all happened, the last night we were together. Do you remember what happened?” I ask gently, fully aware that with time, more of her memories of us will resurface. Bringing her here should help her piece together everything more quickly and understand why we were separated in the first place. If anyone can unravel this, it’s my little witch.
Her eyes lock with mine as I pull up in front of the grand, old, three-story, Victorian home. It’s a lot nicer than it was when we were kids. Clearly, Evie has taken great care in maintaining and renovating it to her taste.
Evie closes her eyes, “I remember you making love to me for the first time that night. We were at our special place we found close to the water where you gave me my first flowers at ten, held my hand at thirteen, and gave me my first kiss at fifteen. It was always our special place. You had lit a fire and placed candles everywhere. The air mattress and blankets covered in red and white rose and jasmine petals were a nice touch. I remember the butterflies. They came while we were, ya know.” She blushes, opening her eyes to look at me.
“We were what my little witch? Making love? They came the moment I took your virginity. They flew all around us while I fucked that sweet little pussy of yours until you couldn’t take it anymore. You begged me not to stop as I made you come over and over again, while your body clung to mine. They surrounded us when I held you close, and we both came undone.” I grip her hand tighter, pulling it up to my chest and placing it flat over my heart. I want her to see what I see and feel what I feel, to show her I’m not trying to hide anything from her.
She gasps as tears stream down her face, probably seeing that I was with other people, but that they didn’t matter, and that I didn’t feel with them, what I feel with her. I know she is able to see it all.
I leave her hand on my chest, turning to face her. I cup the sides of her face with my hands and lean in, so close to her lips, I barely graze them and pull back slightly, then I whisper, “Please little witch, come back to me. I can’t live without you now that I have you back.” I crush my lips to hers. She responds immediately, parting her lips, tangling her tongue with mine, giving me as much as I’m giving her.
I let myself get lost in her.
Fuck I have missed this. The feel of her skin touching mine, her taste her smell, every fucking thing about my perfect little witch.
She grabs my shirt trying to pull me closer. I pull back only because this fucking middle console is keeping me from taking her the way I want to right now.
I place a soft kiss to her forehead, “Later, I swear we will continue this, but right now, you need to get some aggression out, and so do I. Let’s play, then we can make up for the last ten years.”
She nods, looking back into my eyes like she is holding something back and then softens her face into her precious smile, which used to make me drop to my knees. And fuck me, it still does.
“I do love you, Brixon...” She stops herself, gives me a quick kiss, and jumps out of the car as the guys pull up behind us on the circle drive, or what’s left of it. I get out of the car trying to tame the raging fucking hard on that I’ve had since the first day I saw her, and it all hit me. I’m not going to pretend that this is all normal, because it isn’t.
I’ve spanked it enough in the last week to have a fucking callous on my hand. I haven’t had a callous from jerking off since I was nineteen.
I can’t help but laugh to myself at the irony that the only reason I developed that callous was because I waited until she was ready to have sex, just as she did. I never wanted anyone else. From the moment I was eleven and gave her those flowers at our special spot, I knew that no one else could ever take her place.
I worked so hard to make it special for her. We were both virgins that night. I wanted to make sure it was everything she could have ever dreamed of. I hate the thought of her thinking she had a shitty first time, with some fucking asshat jock. The thought of anyone else touching her, taking advantage of the fact that she was drunk, makes my blood boil.
I move around to the back of the car listening to everyone else laughing with a scowl on my face.
“What’s so funny?” I ask when I see Evie is doubled over chuckling while Liam and Noah are trying to hold back their laughter.
“Sis was just telling us how happy her and Emily are that we aren’t a throuple.” Noah explains, shaking his head.
“Enough with the throuple bullshit. We all know none of us are gay. No offense, I love you guys, but not in a million years will any of our dicks get close to one another. I’m just saying.” I reiterate for good measure, making Evie cackle louder.
“Brix, I’m sorry, I have a lot of teasing to make up for.” My little witch gives me a genuine smile before she gets up on her tip toes to reach up and kiss my cheek.
All better. She always made me better.
Muffled screams from the trunk put a spark in Evie’s eyes. She smirks at me before turning to Noah.
“You got the keys bub? Pop the trunk.” She smiles wide, ready to play. Noah can’t contain his smile at her calling him bub again as he hits the button on the key fob to open the trunk.
Noah and Genevieve were always like siblings growing up since they are the same age, only a year younger than me and Liam. They messed with each other relentlessly. They had a rule that they were allowed to mess with each other, but no one else could mess with either of them, or they had hell to pay.
The trunk glides open revealing a very pissed off snot covered Brook. Her stringy light brown hair clings to her red and puffier than usual face. Her makeup is smeared in with snot and tears, showing off the dark purple bruising under her red eyes.
Brook’s tits, which are already hanging halfway out of her ultra-low-cut shirt, look as though they may burst as she attempts to suck air in through her snot filled nose. I cackle at the whistle her one working nostril makes in her sad and desperate attempt to breathe.
Liam shoved something in her mouth and secured it with what looks like a pink headband of some kind with ears.
Evie chuckles a bit then looks to Liam, “Hey, Thor, get this bitch out of the car please, I can’t get blood in her trunk. That would look suspish, don’t ya think?” She waves her hand around rolling her eyes, giving us a duh look.
My little witch hasn’t changed a bit. She always loved giving orders.
Liam obliges my girls request, heaving the chick out, and dropping her on the dirt at Evie’s feet with a thud.
“Your wish is my command pipsqueak. I’m honestly excited to see what you do next!” He gives a soft laugh as he bows.
It’s almost as if no time has passed. I mean we never killed together before, but I’m guessing by the way she has played this out so far that it’s become her thing.
At least it’s one thing about myself I won’t have to hide from her the way most Saints do with their covenants. I’m lucky to have someone like her by my side to share it all with.
Fuck, I can’t believe there is something powerful enough in this world to make me forget the majestic beauty that is Genevieve Hope LaBlanc.