Page 19 of We Are All Sinners

This is always my favorite part. He will take his time trying to sneak up on his prey, using his sense of smell to guide him.

Then I see my pretty girl join him.

“Oh, this should be interesting. He brought his mate!” My smile widens as I watch Brook’s face morph from scared to all out terrified.

“What the fuck, he is still alive after all these years?” Liam shakes his head with a scowl on his face, probably remembering how my gators used to scare the shit out of the big bad Saint Liam Vandever. He had always been king shit until my gator let him know he is just flesh and bone like everyone else. He barely scratched his calf one time with his tail.

“They have a much longer life span than a human. He will probably outlive us, especially since I have been feeding them so well lately!” I smirk.

“You should make it more even, he is bleeding out, and her nose pretty much stopped, so it’s obvious they’re gonna go for him first.” Noah chimes in, always one for a fair fight.

“We need a piece of her to consecrate.” The ancestors echo in my head in unison.

I look around to see if anyone else heard them. They never do, but when they talk, I listen. It would be nice if they talked to me like this more often. Here lately it’s been jumbled.

“Fine!” I stomp over to the stupid bitch, who has literally fucked her and her mother’s way up the chain, stealing from every witch they have ever come across trying to find the trinity.

I grab her by her hair again, making her roll back to her stomach. I put my knee in her back and cut the zip tie, uncinching her wrists as she begs me for mercy. I grab her by the back of her shirt, hearing it rip as I drag her closer to her boyfriend while she kicks and screams.

“Please! Stop! Don’t do this! I’m begging you! Evie, I swear I’ll change! I’m so fucking sorry!” Brook screams and thrashes.

I ignore her apologies. Her pleas to let her go only enrage me more. I keep dragging her, stopping in front of Brixon, out of breath.

“Grab her arm and hold it out for me. We are gonna play this out the old school way. You get caught stealing, you lose a hand.” I look at Brixon and shrug my shoulders.

He moves into gear with zero hesitation. He grabs her arm, holding it out flat against the dirt, while holding her face down with his knee in her back, and his other hand pressing down onthe back of her neck. He makes her watch what I’m going to do to her.

“Stop! Oh shit! Please! I’m sorr…” Brook’s words are cut short as her voice takes on a silent scream.

I’m so exhausted and out of breath, I look down at where I cut and realize I missed my mark, taking fingers instead of the whole hand. Blood pours out of her missing digits mixing in with the dirt beneath her.

Oh well, that will have to do.

“It’s enough.” The voices of my ancestors reassure me.

“Lucky for you this is sacred land, blessed by all of my ancestors, the first witches of our kind in New Orleans. All consecrated here. You will not be stuck in the void, no, that would be too easy for you. I will consecrate what’s left of you. Say hello to my family!” I walk back over to the car with the boys, as ready as they are for the show.

Witches have been searching for the fucking trinity for centuries. It’s a myth. Even if it wasn’t, the ancestors would never allow the thieving whores in that coven to get their hands on it, let alone give them the power to use it, even if they did find it.

We all move out of the way, sitting on the trunk of the BMW, as Bo Jangles and Miss Minnie Pearl move in to stalk their meals.

Pearl moves towards Brook, while Bo Jangles leaps towards Jeff taking his shoulder, and part of his chest. I hear the crunch of bone as the big old gator’s mouth comes down around him, biting a few times to get a good grip on him before taking off with his lunch. Jeffs muffled screams drown out quickly to nothing as the blind gator takes off with him back into the dark covering and protection of the bayou.

“Fuck, he is faster than I remember!” Liam shouts, slapping his thigh, smiling like a goofball.

We all watch intently as Pearl keeps toying with Brook, smacking her with her tail, leaving large gashes in her wake. The one on her thigh where her jeans are ripped open looks pretty deep, but you can’t tell with all the blood pouring out of the gaping wound.

Brook screams out with every slash of Pearls tail, seeming to get weaker and weaker by the second. Pearl usually likes to play with her food, making a spectacle of it. She is so pretty as she curls her tail and then swats her captive with it over and over again.

I love watching the damage the tiniest gator like Pearl can create so easily.

She finally gets bored, and frankly, I think tired of the annoying bitches squawking, and bites her ankle making a loud cracking sound. Brook screams out again, only even more shrill this time.

She lets her go and moves to her bleeding hand, or what’s left of it. Pearl swats Brook with her tail a few more times before shefinally gets ahold of her arm, locking her jaws, then drags her the same way Bo Jangles took Jeff.

It takes a little longer for her soft screams to die down, I’m guessing Pearl stopped to play with her some more before they hit the water, until it finally falls silent once again.

“Another one bites the dust.” I chuckle as I turn to the guys and see Brixon holding Jinx, smiling along with the other two stooges. That cat always finds me.

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