Page 7 of We Are All Sinners

“Sometimes, yeah.” I laugh, relieved when she continues laughing at my expense.

“I actually thought you guys might be a throuple.” She chuckles harder.

I stop laughing but try to let that one slide and continue to at least smile.

“God! No! That is a huge no! We are best friends who grew up together, more like brothers.” I explain.

I can’t believe she said that. I mean I can, cause its Evie. I chuckle slightly trying to keep it to myself.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Me and my roommate have been wondering since y’all moved in what the deal was. We have come up with so many different scenarios. Anyway, nice to meet you Brixon, but I need to make sure my friend, Emily, is okay.” She nods on the last word and starts to walk past me.

“Wait, um, would you mind giving my buddy in there a chance with Emily? Maybe check on your friend and then you could go and have a cup of coffee with me?” I reach out for her, but she backs away quickly, tilting her head at me again.

“Why would I do that?” She asks with that damn mischievous smirk.

“Because deep down, even though you don’t think you know me, you feel like you do.” I say matter of fact and watch her go into a full-on fit of laughter.

“You really are full of yourself, aren’t you?” She gets the words out between cackles and turns back to walk towards her gate, while Jinx stays behind curling himself around my leg as he purrs.

We got to know each other when I installed the cameras in her house over a nice can of tuna.

“I think your cat likes me if it’s any consolation.” I holler at her.

She stops midway walking through her cast iron gate decorated with fleur-de-lis spikes and an intricately sculpted trinity symbol in the center. She turns to look back at me, then down to her cat.

“He is a terrible judge of character. Come on Jinx or you will miss dinner.” Her voice sounds irritated as she huffs. She closes the gate behind her and rushes up to the porch.

The cat rushes forward, jumping the cast iron fence up to the porch with his human, or familiar, as the witches like to call them.

It’s funny how I remember everything about the witches now.

I watch Evie as she speaks to the officer holding the girl on the porch, before she leans down with a smile on her face. I watch her whisper something to the girl in handcuffs.

Whatever it is, it pisses the girl off enough to try to get away from the cop holding her arm to lunge at my little witch.

Evie’s face morphs into mortification as the cop gets a firm grip back on her arms. Then goes right back to that cute little smirk once his back is turned.

There she is; my little, spitfire witch.

The chick now being escorted to the police car, is Brook Haleigh. She is a known witch, thief, and what we like to call a community pet, who signed up for it. She fucks for status with the hope to find that one poor sap who will finally pick her. It never really happens for them; they are just willing toys in the Saints eyes.

We tailed her for a few days after Kevin banged her in the alleyway behind Evie’s store. She fucked eight different guys in three days, and half of them were at one time in the cemetery.

I’m not saying there is anything wrong with that, if you are into it. It’s fucking hot to imagine my little witch bent over an alter, but choose where you fuck a little more wisely. There are cameras everywhere that anyone could hack into at any time and leak to the internet.

People like Noah, who loves hacking shit and has a porn fascination. I have to admit, that bitch can take a dick. The video he leaked only got like a thousand likes but had a ton of funny comments on the porn site he posted it to.

All the cemeteries have cameras now because of all the vandalism. They are also closed to the public except on Sundays for family members only, unless you pay a guard to get in. I suppose it would cheaper than getting a hotel room.

I watch as the cop hauls Brook into the back of his car, then turns to look at me, giving me a nod before he gets into his car, taking off quickly.

Evie turns her head back towards me once they drive off, giving me that cute little smirk. She gives me a little wave before she turns to make her way inside the house.

My dick painfully bulges against my jeans. Fuck, this isn’t going to be as easy as I thought it would be.

I don’t know why I’m still standing here like an idiot just looking at her door. I guess I’m hoping she will come back out.

I smirk when I see the door open again, just to be let down. Instead of my pretty little witch, Liam is practically pushed out of the front door before it slams.

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