Page 2 of We Are All Sinners

We realized quickly that games were tasks given to a Saint to complete. Theft, murder, planting things, selling drugs, the list goes on.

“It’s not a damn game anymore Liam. We aren’t kids, for fuck’s sake. It’s time we grow up man. Sorry, but it’s my dad’s dying wish and my final task from him. Darius wouldn’t have given it to me if it weren’t important to the Saints. He did say you willboth be with me, so I figured I would wait for you two to finally come in. How long did you both wait in the driveway?”

They both look at each other then back at me.

“Twenty minutes. It took us twenty minutes going back and forth arguing to give you some time with your dad, and to look in the envelope, if you wanted to.” Liam replies as he tips up his drink with raised eyebrows. Never one to really beat around the bush.

I put my hands up in retreat, knowing he could pull rank on me and tell me to shut up. I know he never would, but he knows he can any time, and I would have to deal with it.

I pick up the large envelope, dumping its contents on the coffee table for us all to see our task as a whole and to be able to put the pieces together. It’s always been how we work the best.

There are dozens and dozens of pictures of a pretty brunette. There are several of her going into a witchy apothecary in the French Quarter in New Orleans. I remember the area very well. I grew up there.

There are three white envelopes, one addressed to me, one to Liam, and one to Noah. I hand them to the guys and move on to the two pretty purple crystals.

They look like two halves until you put them together, you can tell it’s missing a piece. There are also photos of a house on St.Charles Avenue in New Orleans with an address on the back. I also notice a large key ring with several labeled keys on it.

“Who the hell is this chick?” Liam mumbles lowly as I pick up another picture of her, flipping it over for it to say the same name as all the others.

“Genevieve LaBlanc,” I reply as I exhale looking at the back of yet another picture of her, handing it over to Liam. They all have her name on the back, along with the date it was taken.

“Here is one of both of you. Looks like high school maybe.” Noah hands me the polaroid photo, shaking his head in confusion.

“For the life of me I swear I can’t remember taking this photo. I don’t recognize her. Let’s open the letters and see what the hell this so-called task really is.” I finally give in as I cock my head to the side, cracking my neck as I rub it.

I pick up my glass and sit back with the letter addressed to me. I take a long sip, letting it sit on my tongue, savoring the flavor, before I swallow. I set the glass down as I open the last thing I will ever read from my dad.

I take a moment to let the reality of it all sink in.

He really is gone.

I’m never going to walk into the beach house again and laugh seeing him watching a game with his favorite blonde bombshell,with perfect tits of course, sucking his dick while he enjoys a cigar and his favorite bourbon.

I let out a shaky breath as I look at the unmistakable handwriting and start to read.

Brixon,

Well son, if you are reading this then I’m finally back with your mom where I belong. This is me fulfilling the promise I made to her before she died.

It’s time to grow up and change things for the better. The girl in the photos is your final task from me. She is to be protected at all costs. She is not going to be easy to deal with and will challenge you every chance she gets, but she is worth it. Her life will be in your hands, as well as yours will be in hers.

Before your mother passed away, she made a solemn promise to her best friend, Daphne—the woman who raised the girl in the photos. She’s of both Saint and witch blood, just like you. She’s not just important to you; she’s crucial to the very fabric of the Saints. You owe it to her, and to yourself to see this through.

Your mother and I believe, as Daphne did, that she would be your covenant. Together, the two of you are destined to transform things for both witches and Saints for the better.

Her original birth records are in this envelope, she does know about the Saints but has no idea who she is to you. Begentle with her, she has no one left that she knows of. Daphne died a couple of years ago, and her grandmother Astria several years before that. Daphne raised her as her own, but she was technically her aunt. Daphne raised her brother’s daughter. Mark Boudreaux is her biological father. The birth mother labeled as only, V.D. we are still looking into.

Her birth father is under investigation. He has gone into hiding now, and I don’t know how much time will pass before you get this. I have taken a turn for the worse now and wanted to make sure you have all the information you need before I go.

Boudreaux could have already been taken in, or it will be happening very soon. Darius put them under investigation when Alec contacted him with new information regarding the trafficking rings in New Orleans.

Her father has done unspeakable things that she will not take lightly. Reach out to Alec, he will be expecting your call once you and Genevieve are reunited.

You won’t remember this because even though your mother says that the witches, ancestors, or whatever your mother liked to call them at the time, put a spell of some kind on you both. Daphne knew of a prophecy that had to do with butterflies and swore it was the ancestors’ doing and not to go against their wishes.

It was for a reason.

Here’s the truth: about the night of your nineteenth birthday. You and your friends went down to the bayou and got drunk. You ended up rolling your SUV and crashing it into a tree.

---