Page 28 of We Are All Sinners

“His name is Christian Devereaux. He’s Sebastian Devereaux’s twin brother. Did y’all know there was another Devereaux son? Let’s hope this one is smarter than his twin. I heard he was murdered horrifically by some crazy ex-girlfriend.” Liam laughs lightly.

Liam’s voice changes to a more monotone, “Shit bro, Brock says Christian goes by Sin. He was just informed of his lineage,status, and birthright of being a Saint in the last couple of months. His wife was kidnapped, and he just got her back pretty recently. Not just him, but a group of the Saints here in Louisiana, who had more than one son chose to try and keep one son out, and oblivious to his birthright. How in the fuck did that work?”

“Stay here, I’m gonna go talk to him. Message Lucas Cowan and let him know we want updates on Devereaux’s wife and child. Explain why they are important in this situation.” I say lowly, knowing this is my one chance to see who this guy is.

“Here, I had grabbed these for Emily when I got the pizza and forgot them in the car. Take them to make it look like you were already coming here. We don’t want to raise suspicion. This place will be crawling with Saints trying to see what he is made of very soon. Make it quick so we can get the fuck out of here.” Liam pushes a wrapped bouquet of flowers towards me in the backseat.

I take the flowers and make my way up to the doors where this giant man is on his knees praying.

I tap his shoulder, “She is going to be okay. Cowan is the best OBGYN in the country, he will take care of her.” I try to reassure him.

I hold out my hand to shake his, “Brixon Blaze.” I say as I help him up and see that he is covered in his wife’s blood that I now have on my hands too.

He stands a couple inches taller than me, but we look about the same size in clothes.

“Do I know you?” He asks as he breaks his hand away from mine.

“No. but our dad’s have been friends for years. I saw what just happened and thought you should know your girl is in good hands. Don’t worry, the Saints take care of their own. I know that you are new to all of this, but if you need someone who grew up in it to talk to, here is my card.” I hand him my business card with my club’s logo and my personal cell, with a nod.

“Thanks.” He takes the card looking like he is way more confused than he was when I first tapped his shoulder. He nods, putting the card in his pocket as he enters the automatic glass doors to the hospital.

I head back to the Jeep with the boys, opening the back. I wipe my hands on a black towel in the back and grab my bag of my extra clothes to take back to him. Thankfully we always have a spare change of clothes in the back of our cars for each of us.

You never know when you are going to need them, and that guy needs them right now.

“Be right back, this guy needs help man. He might lose it. I don’t think he has anything to do with the sex trafficking. He just loves his wife. Might be a good guy to have on our team eventually.” I say before I shut the back of the SUV and head back towards the hospital, not waiting for their response.

I hurry inside when I see a few elders getting out of a sleek black and chromed out Escalade, walking towards the hospital.

A group of well-dressed people with tattoos and crying women stand outside of the bathrooms near the chapel when I enter through the sliding glass doors. I assume Christian is probably in one or the other.

I push open the door a little more aggressively than intended and see him standing at the sink trying to wash his wife’s blood off of his hands.

I toss the bag of clothes to him when he looks up at the door, “Figured we are about the same size. Now get yourself together, incoming Saints wanting to make sure you are okay. Don’t show emotion, they hate that!” I say quickly and leave before Louisianas elders see me.

I move quickly around the large pillars and watch the old men filing in through the sliding glass doors, all wearing impeccable suits. They stand back, watching Christian as he comes out of the bathroom and greets his friends, still looking like a broken shell of a man.

“Come on man, suck it up or they will eat you alive.” I whisper quietly to myself, hoping he will listen.

I watch his face morph to stone as he scans the room, looking for anyone out of place. I know when he sees them by the way his eye twitches but doesn’t stop scanning, so it probably wasn’t noticeable to the old men.

Christian moves with his friends toward the elevators. I watch the elders move to follow them, but keep their distance, sizing the man up.

I take the opportunity to sneak out as they move past a point where they would see me.

I hop back in the Jeep, quickly shutting the door, “See the elders? They weren’t the ones at the restaurant, and they are keeping their distance from Christian.”

“Yeah, Brock just let me know that the elders who showed up have been very quiet the last few weeks. Something has happened where things shifted. They are worried for a reason. Brock is going to look into a few things and get back to me.” Liam replies, letting me know they are trying to get answers.

“Let’s head back home and call it a night. I want to relax and have some fun. Liam already sent a text to Emily, who let him know Lily came over, just in case you were worried about me being a fifth wheel.” Noah’s smile reaches his eyes as he takes off out of the parking lot.

“Oh, and the girls are already falling down drunk.” Liam chuckles.

“Great, this should be fun.”

When we get back home, we all go in and change back into our comfy clothes, grab the rest of the pizza and head over to Evie’s.

As soon as we get to the gate, we can hear the music thumping through the old white wood paned windows. The closer we get to the door; I hear the words to the song playing.

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