Page 13 of We Are All Sinners

We make our way to the back door. He stops me, taking my hand, placing it over his heart, “My heart has always been yours, and yours alone. I have never loved another person the way I love you, Genevieve.”

My heart stops at the contact and the images of us together that night. I feel my panties getting wet at the thought of him touching me like that again. I let out a slight moan trying to pull my hand away from his.

He grips my hand tighter, moving his lips close to my ear, and whispers, “Remember how just my touch always made you feel? Remember how I used to make you come over and over again with just the touch of my hand? Before I ever took what was mine, what you gave to me that night. We will continue this later.” He leaves a soft kiss on my neck, making every nerve in my body come to life, before he lets go of my hand.

He backs away towards the door, leaving me practically panting.

I never really understood how he always did that, but I’m glad he still can, I grin at the thoughts I’m having. I try to right myself and take a deep breath before I set the alarm and follow Brix out the back door. I turn to wait for Jinx to bolt out at the last minute before I shut and lock it.

We all load into Brook’s little car, of course I’m in the back with Brix.

I can feel the heat rising up my cheeks as I try not to make eye contact.

Noah looks through the GPS history and hits the one that’s labeled Jeff #1. I never got his address, so I have no idea.

“What if it’s Jeff two or three?” Liam asks chuckling.

“Then I guess Jeff one got very unlucky to be her top Jeff today.” Noah laughs as he starts driving.

Chapter 3

Evie

Ithink about everything that just happened on the ride to Jeffs. I know what Saints are. I grew up watching witches help many of them over the years. I remember even more now though.

It’s like I’m waking up for the first time in ten years to everything I thought I knew about myself being clouded by new truths.

The guy I always kind of thought of as my mother’s boyfriend, or the closest thing to it, told me all about the Saints. He was a sweet man that mom helped out all the time.

Hell, the last time I saw him was at her funeral. He was with another man that I recognized as one of my mama’s friends who would come over from time to time needing her help with something.

Darius is the one that handed me an envelope that said, ‘open when the time is right Evie.’ It was written in my mama’s handwriting.

Fuck, I remember now, he is Liam and Noah’s dad, and the other guy, Enzo, that I thought was mamas’ good friend is Brixon’s dad.

Fuck me. I kinda feel bad for that one. Daphne is the greatest, and my mama would have never done that to her best friend.

It's not unusual for witches to leave behind letters, or notes with instructions for their loved ones. I haven't opened that letter yet, but it's been on my mind every single day for over two years, ever since Mama's funeral. I feel like the moment has finally come.

I need answers.

I should just drop Brook off at Jeff's place and confront him for being a total liar. I can always pick them up later. But honestly, this opportunity to deal with both of them feels too good to pass up.

Kill them quickly? Or see if the guys still get off on this kind of shit? I’m curious to see how they react.

I think back to a few weeks ago when Jeff strolled into my store for the first time. He showered me with compliments, showcasing his charming and sweet personality.

He returned for four consecutive days, each time bringing a thoughtful gift—my favorite coffee one day, rare herbs the next, which I technically grow myself but appreciated the gesture. He even brought art from a local gallery that he said reminded him of me.

I had genuinely hoped to give him a chance; he was nice on our two dates, and I never sensed any insincerity. We hadn’t even held hands, let alone kissed. He almost leaned in for a kiss, but I pulled back, pretending to be shy.

He has just been a nice distraction from the shit show that I call life. I knew from his line of work what he really was.

Jeff is an up-and-coming lawyer known for defending powerful men accused of hurting women and children, often getting them off the hook.

His parents are entrenched in politics, so he enjoys special treatment and constant bailouts, paying off people to keep his clients satisfied and returning.

He's a real piece of shit. Deep down, I always knew he’d have to be dealt with eventually. I guess I was just hoping he’d somehow take care of himself, maybe have an accident or something.

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