Page 27 of We Are All Sinners

I stand up a little too quickly and almost fall back down.

“Fuck, I’m such a lightweight!” I laugh.

“Well, if you would drink with me and Lily every once in a while, you wouldn’t be.” Em gives me a side eye.

“Hey Google, play some music!” I holler as I make my way into the kitchen with Em still carrying my bottle of liquor.

“Cherry Bomb,” by The Runaways, blares through the speakers and we both start singing and dancing as we make drinks.

“It’s like midnight margaritas night, just without margaritas, and at seven p.m. instead of midnight.” I smile wide at my best friend.

“Yeah, and half the time, when we have our monthly midnight margarita night, you bail! So, yeah, this is different.”

“Yeah, well there were extenuating circumstances that needed my attention.” I attempt to defend myself.

Em busts out laughing, “Yeah, feeding the gators.” She makes air quotes as she ribs me a bit.

“Exactly!” I chuckle darkly

Chapter 8

Brixon

Irush back to the house and change before we head to Gionna Restaurant. Apparently, a few of the higher up Saints decided to have dinner with the Devereaux’s.

Liam’s old friend let him know about the dinner that, of course, we weren’t invited to. No one knows we are here watching and waiting.

Since we are questioning the loyalty of Devereaux and his involvement with the sex trafficking, it’s better that we show up and make it look like a coincidence.

We have not made our presence in NOLA known yet. It’s better to surprise people like this. We could be walking in on the very people who betrayed us all with the sex trafficking of the women we swore to protect.

Should we have already had all of this figured out by now? Yes, but we also felt that watching the girls was more important at the moment. Our main task is protecting them.

There is still time. Until I know they have Boudreaux, I don’t like the idea of leaving my little witch on her own. She may be a badass, but all it takes is one mistake and she could be gone in a second.

I won’t let that happen.

The curse says one of us has to die. If and when it comes to that, it will be me. I won’t be able to live in a world without her in it now that I have my memories of us.

Genevieve is the only thing that matters to me now.

“Fuck bro, check it out!” Noah pulls me out of my thoughts, pointing to the door of the restaurant as we pull into a spot across the street.

I look out the window and see a huge guy covered in tattoos. He has dark hair put up in a man bun. He is carrying out a very pregnant woman, rushing into the back of a blacked-out Tahoe.

Four men I recognize, one being Augustine Devereaux, rushes out of the restaurant behind them just as the Tahoe takes off with the screech of its tires.

“Follow them.” I say, looking at the worried faces of the Saints coming out of the classy place.

“I got a pic and am sending it to Brock. He can check it and tell us who that guy is.” Liam nods back at me before turning back towards the front of the car.

Noah pulls back out on the road and takes off in the direction they just went. He follows the speeding SUV through the streets of NOLA until they make a dangerously fast turn towards the ER of the hospital.

Noah stays back as we watch the SUV come to a screeching halt in front of the hospital, close to the paramedic’s entrance of the emergency room. I see Dr. Cowan, who we all went to college with, rush to help take the lifeless, dark haired, very pregnant woman out of the SUV. They place her on a gurney, then rush towards the sliding glass doors.

We all three watch as the muscled-up man bun drop to his knees. I can’t help but feel for the guy and can’t imagine what he is going through right now.

I hear Liams phone ding, pulling all of our attention from the bloody scene we just witnessed.

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