Page 14 of We Are All Sinners

Oh well, Bo Jangles and Miss Minnie Pearl will love the fact that they are getting some fresh meat tonight. Emily has no idea exactly what I do out there most nights, other than checking on my greenhouse.

Emily loved spending time in the greenhouse while we were there. She often said it was the most therapeutic experience she'd ever had, the only thing that helped her, aside from losing herself in a good book.

We pull up to Jeffs building and Noah parks the little car in a secluded area of the parking garage.

The whole ride to Jeffs I have distracted myself with all the questions that will have to wait until we get to the bayou.

I hid my mother’s letter, the grimoire, and trunk that I found in the attic, down in the bayou houses safe. I only put the crystal in the safe at work to entice the little bitches. I just didn’t know they had a pimp.

I knew if Brook and her mother had ulterior motives for her getting a job in my shop, they would show their cards quickly. They aren’t smart enough to hide what they were trying to do from me.

I’m honestly surprised that Beth’s other daughter, Bianca, hasn’t shown up to play yet. I heard they had a falling out, but you never know with people like them. It could have just been a rouse to see who is loyal and to whom.

Brook and Bianca are always trying to one up the other for their mother’s attention, so they could be keeping her in the background for now. Until they need her.

It always works out that way for Bianca. She has more power than her mother and sister put together if she would just get away from them. The ancestors haven’t decided on her yet.

I have always referred to them as the three B’s, along with the rest of the coven.

Beth cased the place pretty hard when they both came in for Brook to fill out an application. She was nervous, jittery, and had her fake, nice voice going, trying to blow smoke up my ass.

She kept repeating how absolutely stunning my store is, how proud she is of me, and how proud she knows my mama and gran are, watching over me.

It took everything I had, in that moment, not to rip her limb from limb for even breathing their names. Her time is coming. I have something special planned for her, but I want her to watch her coven fall around her, until she is the only one left standing. I want her to be scared.

“So how are we going to play this? You go and entice him to come out?” Brixon asks, smirking at me, probably thinking I’m stumped. Granted, I had no clue he lived in an apartment in the Quarter, but I came prepared.

“You guys be ready when I bring him out.” I smirk as I grab a small vile out of my bag and a handkerchief. The three of them watch me intently, wondering what the hell I mean.

I pour half the contents of the vile on the white cotton cloth and hand it to Brixon, careful not to get any on myself or him, “When I get him out here, you jump him from behind and put this over his face. Try not to get any of it on you. It’s a type of poison I created to immobilize and knock out my victims for a bit, but given over time, they will die. The best part is it isn’t traceable!”

It’s actually a very simple concoction of mandrake, henbane, lavender, chamomile, valerian, and a touch of Nightshade berry.

You just have to know the science behind the mixture to dilute it down enough not to kill anyone. Instead, it just knocks them out so I can get them where I need them to be and make them suffer.

Everyone questioned my reasoning for taking the chem aspect of botany and phytochemistry. It’s simple really. I needed to know how to kill someone without a trace.

Of course I didn’t tell people that. I just explained that I wanted to cure diseases and needed the knowledge of being able to study the chemicals derived from plants. I really do want to make a difference. Killing evil asshats just happens to be a hobby.

Brixon and I climb out of the tight space that they call a backseat in this tiny car.

“I’ll make sure he gets his keys to come look at the long scratch down his car, then, you and I can talk on the way out to the bayou,” I point back and forth between me and Brixon, then look to the other two, “We will take his car, the black BMW over there,” I point to his luxury SUV, then back to the guys, “you twofollow.” I instruct with a grin as I turn with a little bounce to my step as I move towards the elevator.

I don’t miss the smirk Brixon gives me. I can see the wheels turning in his head realizing I actually haven’t changed from when we were kids, I just found myself again after mama died.

Well, I thought I had anyway.

My psycho is one of the things Brixon loved about me.

It’s also what made the witches fear me. They still do, but now I at least know why.

The elevator doors open to the third floor. Luckily, Brook put Jeffs entire address in her GPS, so I was able to see his apartment number. I turn left out of the elevator to realize the numbers are going up from what I need and turn around to head the other direction.

I see his door, number 319. I place my hand on the knob and am immediately hit with a vision of Jeff pushing Brook up against the door, with one hand on her throat and the other on the doorknob. He grips her throat tighter as he leans in, close to her ear and whispers, “You were a very bad girl tonight pet. It’s time you learn a lesson from your Saint. I’m going to treat you like the whore you were always meant to be. I want you naked, on your knees, begging for my cock in the kitchen, understood?” He twists the knob opening the door and pushes her in roughly still by her neck making her land on her ass. “Now crawl to the kitchen pet.”

She just smiles up at him and does as he asks.

I let go of the door almost gagging at the thought of them together, and the fact that he is a Saint, well that is new news to me. I knock a couple of times, waiting for him to answer.

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