Page 40 of Sinners Retreat

“In training,” Kindra answers.

“See! She should be taken off the?—”

“Piss off, Bennett,” I say. “We all get our start somewhere.”

Cat sits back in her chair and crosses her arms, mirroring Bennett’s posture. I bet those two would have amazing hate sex.

“Why don’t we all go for a round of mini golf?” I regret making the invite as soon as it leaves my mouth. Spending an hour with them would do my head in.

“Pass,” Cat says. “I planned to take Chef Maurice’s cooking class.”

Kindra’s back stiffens as if she’s just been thrust into a war scene in her mind. The Battle of the Buttocks, perhaps?

“Chef Maurice cooks people!” Kindra blurts.

Much to her dismay, Cat doesn’t react. “I know.”

“You knew?”

“I’ve eaten human flesh before, Kindra. I once went on a few dates with a self-proclaimed cannibal.”

“Weren’t you worried he’d eat you?” Kindra asks.

“Oh, he ate me all right.” Cat flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder and smirks. “No one eats human flesh like a cannibal, that’s all I’m saying.”

Bennett’s cheeks flame a shade of red I’ve never seen. “Instead of listening to the gross sex life of a wannabe killer, let’s go play some golf.”

Kindra stares at me for a moment before dropping her gaze. “I’m actually pretty tired. Mind if I head back for a nap?”

“Of course not.” I’m sure she wants alone time away from her friend. And by alone time, I mean time to bang one out with her toy.

God, I want to be that toy.

There has to be some way I can win her over before the end of this trip. Even though I murdered her brother, whoever he was,I can’t deny the driving urge to hear her speak or see her face in moonlight. I’d also like to have her beneath me just once more.

Who am I kidding? Once more would never be enough.

As the ladies wander toward their villas, my brother and I head toward the mini golf course behind the mansion. We grab our balls and driving irons and head to the first course.

I set up my ball and smack it down a thin alleyway. It loops around a windmill and comes to a stop about six feet from one of the heads buried in the sand. The setup is pretty perfect. I’ll probably knock out at least three of the Cattle’s teeth when I make my next putt.

That’s the goal of the game, after all. Sure, there are holes to putt toward, but battering the Cattle heads poking from the hot sand is the real reward.

“I’m glad the girls didn’t come. I’m kind of sick of them.” Bennett lines up his shot.

“I think Kindra would’ve had fun.” Though I know she’s probably having fun by herself. With that buzzing between her legs. Those vibrations. Her moans...

“Did you hear me?” Bennett says.

“What?”

“I asked why you’re so hung up on Kindra. She doesn’t want you, dude.”

“Oh, she does. But she’s got too much on her mind.”

Bennett hits the ball. It goes through the windmill and thwacks flesh on the other side. Based on the yelp, it was a nice hit.

“You mean finding her brother’s killer, right? Need I remind you that you’re him? How do you think this is going to go, Ezra? Do you think dicking her down will be enough to make her forgive you?”

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