Page 70 of Sinful

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “I think it’ll be the same deal. Even Bryce. We’re not blind.”

Stitches scowled. “He’s too fucking nice. We’d break him.”

“Might be fun.”

He grinned. “Promise?”

I pulled my lighter out, then opened it and closed it five times. The flame flicked on the fifth time, and I looked at Stitches from over it.

“I do.”

I snapped my lighter closed and started my ritual all over again, my eyes fixed on my girl on the couch.

If Bryce wanted in, he’d have to be initiated.

I was sure the complete hell we put him through would be worth it in the end.

And if it wasn’t, it gave us something to kill.

I reeled my ugly side back in and went back to flipping my lighter open and closed, my eyes on my girl.

STITCHES

We sat and watched TV with Sirena that night before taking her upstairs to her bedroom. We’d been making it a habit to sleep with her every night that Church had been gone. She seemed calm. Like she was better.

But I was the poster child for faking my outward appearance for others. After watching Sin tonight, I felt like maybe something happened between her and him. Something that had him in a chokehold over her.

Hell, we all were, if truth be told.

I wasn’t opposed to her wanting Sin. It was the original plan. He pissed me off like no one else, but I was slowly getting over it. Dwelling on it was making me miserable. I had enough shit wrong in my head and didn’t need to add something like one of my best friends fucking up to it and then holding that grudge.

It was hard. Fuck, was it hard. Everything Sirena had endured was because of the snowball effect he started.

I drew in a calming breath, trying to keep my mind off that shit. If Sirena was able to forgive him, then I knew I could too. Maybe. Someday.

“Can I braid your hair?” Ashes asked her when she pulled her pajamas out of her dresser.

“What?” I looked at Ashes. “Did I hear you right?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I want to try something.”

I shook my head. He was always doing weird shit I didn’t understand. She offered him a smile, which I took as a yes, before turning her back and undressing.

We both watched in silence.

I loved the way her hips had that sexy as fuck flare. The way her long black hair hung down her back and brushed the top of her hips. The cleft of her ass teased me from beneath her panties. I adjusted my hardening dick in my pants, noting Ashes was flipping the lid to his lighter open and closed as was his ritual.

She came back to us with her brush and settled on the floor between Ashes’s legs. He smirked triumphantly at me and took the brush from her before he began plaiting her hair in a thick braid.

“Where’d you learn to braid?” I asked, mesmerized as he continued to gather her hair.

“Abby,” he said, his voice low.

I didn’t push the subject. He so rarely spoke of his dead twin sister. It was a painful subject for him.

I watched him tie off the braid with a black band. Sirena turned and stared up at him from her knees.

Yeah, that’s fucking gorgeous.

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