Page 83 of We Are All Sinners

Brix told me about when he met Christian the first time, and how Savannah didn’t look much different then either. She is one tough bitch. He said he knew then that my brother was a good guy.

I realized in that moment that I wanted to know them more than anything in this world. The fact that I even have a sibling that grew up in that world, yet didn’t, makes me feel a little bit better.

Watching the way my brother would protect his family at all costs. The way he gives his wife, and the other women hurt by my parents’ evil deeds, the closure and retribution they so rightly deserve.

I can’t wait to meet them and show them that I really do exist. The problem is, my visions haven’t changed, other than the dress. Now, when I die, I’m wearing my favorite color, which helps Brixon see my eyes stay vibrant a little longer before they cloud over and become lifeless.

The thought brings me peace as Lily drives us to Shelbys bridal shop to pick out my wedding dress. We also have to get the bridesmaids dresses and our dresses to go with the Cinderella themed ball. The Devereaux’s are throwing Alec and MJ’s reception as a ball for the ages.

I love how the Saints put a theme with every wedding to try and top the last. Apparently, they are extravagant. Darius gave me his credit card and told me to have a blast and make everything exactly how I want it to be, as a gift from him.

“You know, I love that you are marrying the man of your dreams, but there’s still time to bolt. We can take a nice long vacation and wait it out to see if the curse truly breaks. Hell, we can bolt after the wedding if you are dead set on it.” Lily looks back at me in the rearview mirror while Emily chuckles next to her. “No? Hey, I wouldn’t be a good bridesmaid if I didn’t at least let you know the option stands.” Lily winks at me.

“I do have a shit ton of frequent flyer miles. We could go anywhere, and I could probably pay for most of it with my miles.” Emily joins in, teasing me. I think?

The thing is, I would say the same thing to them if I thought it could save their life. I’ve just accepted my fate, one of us has to die.

If our plans don’t work, it will be me. I will not sacrifice another to save myself. I love them for wanting to help, but if all goes well with the plans we have, everything will work itself out with little repercussions.

“Girls, we have a plan. No one is going to die. I mean people will die, but we are all going to fucking live happily ever after. Do I make myself clear!” I try to use a stern voice to let them know this is the last time I’m going to listen to their nonsense.

“Chill bitch. Put the claws away, we just want to protect you. You can’t fault us for that.” Emily shoots me a look with her eyebrows raised and her hands up.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just need you guys to ease up okay. I am not just preparing for a wedding, but a family reunion, with a brother I had no idea I had. Thankfully he seems normal. I mean, as normal as a Saint can be.” I shrug, letting out a breath, finally letting my emotions out on my friends.

“Geeze girl, I’m sorry! We won’t say anything else about it. Promise! Just cheer back up.” Emily can feel the vibes I’m throwing at her and gets it.

Lily parks her red Ford Bronco in front of one of my oldest friends bridal boutique, turns the car off, and undoes her seatbelt. She turns in her seat to look back at me, “I’m sorry I have been pushing my beliefs onto you. Noah has been pushing for us to spend more time together than we already do and it’s getting to be a lot. I’m sorry I’m projecting how I’m feeling onto you. I also want to protect you, and the offer will stand, but I won’t mention it again.”

“Thank you. Now, be nice to Shelby, she has been through a lot and just finally opened her shop back up. Let’s show her she has friends in us, okay?” I smile, making sure they remember what we learned about her recently. Her shop was closed down indefinitely before she had a grand reopening two weeks ago.

I refused to go to any other shop. Especially when I noticed that Shelby had become the new fiancé to one of my brothers lead men. Their engagement photos were in the paper two days afterher grand re-opening. I recognized him as the man from my vision carrying her out of Jeffs apartment, the day we handled Jeff and Brook.

I got to see my brother and his family toast with a woman, who used to be someone I was close with before my mom died. I watched them through the big window, looking directly into her shop, and was honestly jealous at the life I was missing out on.

Shelby went to Tulane as well. We lived in the same dorm our freshman year, and we became friends quickly, realizing how close we lived to one another. We ultimately went in different directions when she got engaged the first time and my mom became bedridden.

I found out about the men that she had been engaged to, and I’m fairly certain she had something to do with their untimely deaths, which makes me like her even more now.

It’s crazy the amount of information you can get on people when your fiancé and best friends are the head of the biggest crime organization in north America.

I let Emily open the door to the shop. We all enter, and I can’t help but smirk at the chiming of the multiple bells above the door. A known witch’s talisman to ward off evil from entering her space. I have them on the front door to my shop as well. Probably should put them on the back door to now that I think about it.

I hired a sweet new graduate from Tulane, Avery, who has been working overtime and loves creating new things. My old professor said she shows a lot of promise but needs guidance. She is a young witch who was never taught but knows who she is.

I have discovered that teaching is something I’m really good at, and surprisingly, something that I really enjoy doing. Avery has picked her studies up so quickly that I have been able to spend more time with Brixon.

Stalking my brother and his family has become our obsession.

“Hi, Genevieve, it’s so nice to see you again. I was so excited when I saw your name down for this appointment.” The bubbly red head that I remember looks so much more vibrant every time I see her.

She hugs me and greets the girls, gushing a little when she realizes who Lily is.

“Oh my God, you’re Lily James! I know this is inappropriate and probably bad for business, but my friend is getting ready to open a new bookstore in the quarter and she loves your books. My entire friend group has read all of your books and, well, if I gave you her card, I know she would love to have you for a signing.” Shelby speaks a mile a minute, barely taking a breath, before Lily puts her out of her misery.

She looks at me, smiles, and turns back to Shelby, “Of course, that would be amazing. I don’t really do a lot of signings or event things; it might be fun though.” She agrees without having tohear another word, knowing whose bookstore Shelby is referring to.

I know I should feel bad, spying on people, and weaving a web in my favor for when the time comes, but I don’t. Shelby has the blood of the witch, same as my sister-in-law, and Cami. They have access to the covens where I don’t.

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