Page 69 of We Are All Sinners

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mumble under my breath. I grip Brixon’s hand tighter, to stop myself from crumbling to the floor as I bend over to pick up my earing. It fell out on our way to the bar for after lunch drinks.

The boys took us to Seaside for some shopping. They even let us spend almost an hour in Sundog Books, then we hit Local Catch for an amazing lunch.

Nothing compares to when we changed over to the next size plug in the dressing room at one of the smaller boutiques. Brixon had to buy the red sweatshirt I took in to try on, because he shoved it in my mouth to quiet my moans, and because I wanted it as a memento.

Not that I could ever forget the way my body reacted to everything he did. Now, every time I see it in my closet or wear it, I’m going to get these little jewels out to play with.

“Good one, huh baby?” he asks in a low tone, chuckling as I straighten back up and put my head down to put my earring back in, breathlessly trying to get the quake in my core subside.

I cannot describe the delicious darkness that the size up of these plugs is doing to me right now. The heaviness of the plug, compared to the last and the feel of how full my ass feels, is even better than the last.

I mean I’m a stumbling, stuttering mess, and have been all day, but it feels so good, I don’t give a fuck. It’s a different type of pleasure, that so far is unmatched, and I can’t help but find myself wanting more.

Brix pulls out a seat for me to take at the overly long table to seat us all, including Darius, whom I had not seen since my mother’s funeral, along with his younger than me bimbo. She is higher than a kite, rubbing all over his cock, with absolutely no resolve that we are in a public place.

He was polite to a fault letting me know how happy he is that Brix and I found one another again, and especially how proud my mother would be of me and all of my impressive accomplishments.

Typical parental shit to say.

Brix takes the seat to my left while Darius takes the seat to my right.

Fuck why is he sitting next to me. He makes me nervous and I’m sure for good reason. Not just because I’ve been on the verge of orgasm every time I move, but because he keeps trying to subtly touch me.

He finally succeeds, brushing his elbow into my arm, then grabbing it apologizing for accidentally bumping into me.

I’m hit with a flash of my mother and Darius at grans, down by the bayou. They are arguing about what happened to us the night we were cursed.

He grabs my mother’s arm when she turns to move away from him, pulling her flush to his chest and kissing her. She kisses him back, then pushes him away telling him to take Brixon and the boys. To leave and never bring them back.

I’m pulled back to the now, staring into the eyes of one of my best friend’s parents, knowing a secret I shouldn’t. They were having an affair. Well not an affair, I guess they were both single at the time.

His eyes soften as I tilt my head, analyzing the sadness pouring off of him. He loved her. What the actual fuck. I knew Liams mom, she died when he was 15, from a hit and run. One day she was there, then the next she was gone.

Liam and Noah shut down when she died. They slowly came back, except Noah, I think he missed her the most. He is a free spirit like his mother, even though she didn’t give birth to him. She was his mother in every sense of the word. Like my mama was to me.

Darius remarried when the boys graduated, but she could still be around, I guess. Saints do as they please. They have fuck toys, while their precious covenants wait for them to put a baby in them, to keep them relevant.

My boys have hardly had a mother figure since they were teenagers. Yet they are just as selfless, as the women I grew up admiring. They would be so proud of the men they have turned out to be.

I nod my head in acceptance of his secret before I turn back to Brixon and the rest of my friends. They are all ordering drinks, laughing, and seem to be oblivious to the exchange between us.

What does this have to do with anything? Darius wouldn’t hurt Brixon, or me. What am I missing?

My thoughts run rapid before being silenced to bright white light again, showing images of couples embracing. I see couple after couple expressing their love, in other time frames. They all have similar features but are not identical.

The one thing that is the same is the red and blue butterflies that start to surround each one before moving to the next image.

The images keep coming, I think showing me all of the Blazendel Saints and LaBlanc witches cursed throughout the ages. Witches of my blood cursed, broken, and ultimately dead because of a mistake love caused.

I used to believe that love was able to conquer all things. Good versus evil. Is it possible that the word love, that one thing that each and every person wants, could be the same word that causes chaos in the ones who never truly find it? Or the ones who lose it?

If our love is the one thing that could break the curse, could it also be the one thing that could hold it in place? Continuing its legacy, taking the lives of all that choose LOVE over BLOOD?

“Evie?” Lily waves her hand in my face as I come back from my vision and the possibility of what it means.

“Yeah, Moscato please.” I say, making everyone chuckle.

“I already ordered for you baby. Alexia was asking to see your ring.” Brix explains, realizing I was in my own little world.

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