Page 3 of We Are All Sinners

When we discovered the wreckage the next day, the car was inexplicably covered in red and blue butterflies, as if they were shielding you from harm. It’s nothing short of a miracle that any of you survived.

When you woke up in the hospital, with no memory of what had happened and no recognition of each other until you saw your brothers, I started to believe what your mother and Daphne had always claimed.

We just wanted you both to live. She believed that if we kept you apart, you would both live if and when the ancestors decided to bring you back together. When the time was right.

Your mother wanted it broken by your twenty-fifth birthday, but I couldn’t face you with this. I had hoped you would fall in love again. I see now that love just isn’t in the cards for you if I don’t give you this chance.

You and Genevieve knew each other as kids and grew up together. I know this doesn’t make sense now, but it will.

You loved that girl more than anything in this world before the two of you were torn apart. Remember that when she is testing every ounce of patience you have.

You have to understand that with this task comes a price. Once a century or so, a witch and a Saint are born destined to be together. Their souls unite as one which sets off the curse.

It’s a curse that has plagued us since we brought witches into New Orleans from Rome, basically turning them into slaves and breeding machines.

They aren’t wrong for wanting their revenge.

Your mother and Daphne often spoke to the ancestors, and they all believed that following through with the spell and allowing the two of you a life would ultimately break the curse if you never found each other.

That’s why we moved to Florida right after you turned nineteen. We had to keep you apart to let you live. Your mother died regretting taking that love from you, seeing how cold towards relationships you became.

I can’t die knowing you could at least have a chance at that love now.

Genevieve is a special little witch, just like your mother was. Her gift has to do with touch. You will both remember each other when your eyes meet for the first time. At least I think so.

Ease her into this life and make her understand how important she is. You will understand more when you see her again.

I know this is confusing and sounds insane, but trust me when I say, it’s been written in the stars since the day you were born. Take ahold of your destiny and don’t let her go.

Don’t waste your life with fucking pets just to make the time go by, it’s all bullshit if you don’t have someone to share it with. Build a life and enjoy every moment you get to love her.

I don’t know if all this witchy shit is true, but your mother believed in it with all of her heart. I had to fulfill my promise to her and give you back your heart. You have been without it for too long.

I never let myself love again after your mother died. I don’t want you to miss out on love all together.

I love you son,

Pops

I look up as a tear slips out. I wipe it away quickly and clear my throat, realizing the guys are both looking at me with wide eyes as they hold their letters, looking mortified.

I down the rest of my bourbon before standing up.

I start to pace, freaking out just a bit. I’m trying to think this all through, I mean, is what he is saying even possible?

“I’m twenty-nine, for fuck’s sake. I never imagined I’d settle down. Hell, I’ve never even liked anyone enough to go on a damndate! And now, supposedly, I’m in love with this girl? What the hell?” I finally stop and shift my focus back to Liam and Noah as they read through my dad’s letter. I see their eyes widen in shock at the new revelations.

“Well, looks like we will all be settling down soon.” Liam grumbles as he downs the last of his drink and grabs the bottle emptying the contents in his glass.

I skim both of their letters as well and fall back on the couch as I wipe my hand down my face, like it’s going to clear my thoughts right now.

“We knew this day would come. Time to man up and be the Saints we are destined to be.” Noah says with a huge grin as he sets his glass down and opens the next bottle.

He is just fucking thrilled to settle down. I think he has always longed for love but has never been in love. Not really anyway.

I never have either. Well, I thought I hadn’t.

Noah fills all three glasses and hands them out as he raises up his own, “To Enzo Blaze, the best Saint that ever lived! Let’s party tonight in his name! Since we will all be tied down to one chick for the rest of our lives soon enough!” We all toast and I give a little laugh knowing that is exactly what my dad would want us to do.

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