Page 34 of Entombed In Sin

I find Thatcher sitting in the desk chair and Sagan standing behind him, leaning on the back of the chair on his forearms. Both guys look up from the laptop on the desk as I enter. I hurry over toward them and then perch myself on top of the opposite side of the desk.

“We’re going to have to pin this for now, Knox,” Thatcher says with a sigh. “We just got a call from Beatrix’s pastor friendsaying that tomorrow morning they’re holding a service at the church for the Trevor boy. Beatrix’s presence was requested.”

“So?” I scoff. “What’s that have to do with going out tonight? I thought you wanted to see what would happen if we showed up in Chicago now that we’ve been warned off?”

“Once Beatrix hears the pastor wants her there, I doubt she’s going to feel like going out,” Thatcher objects.

I blink, not understanding the correlation. “Why?”

Sagan crosses his arms over his chest. “Because yesterday he confessed to her that he knew his son raped her, twice. Then had the nerve to plead with Beatrix to keep what happened under wraps to anyone who might talk to her about it since news of her assault is spreading like wildfire around Chasm.”

Well shit. He might as well have punched me in the gut. My bubble of excitement pops abruptly.

“What?We should go pay that fucking asshole a visit,” I snarl.

Thatcher shakes his head with frustration. “We can’t be the cause of any more deaths or missing people around here. The town will start to get suspicious given how quiet it was before we arrived. Right now, the best we can do is to keep our fists, and knives, to ourselves. Pastor Michaels might just meet his end before the year’s up but for now…” His voice trails off as he shrugs.

“Fuck that asshole. We should let her be the one to kill him, however we decide to do it,” I spit.

“She doesn’t know thatweknow about his confession,” Thatcher says in warning. “So don’t talk about revenge until she tells you about it. He’s coming by later today to pick up his son’s ashes, so don’t say anything to him either.”

My stomach drops. Fuck. Starr Girl is about to get her ass handed to her once more if she’s not careful. Didn’t she learn from watching me how important it is to communicate with thetwins? Maybe I can get her to open up about the pastor and what he said before the guys take things into their own hands. If she tells me, it’s like telling them.

I mentally roll my eyes. Right, like she’s willing to say anything to me right now. I highly doubt confiding in me about the trauma in her life is going to happen anytime soon.

“Look, you guys can punish herafterI win her back over, alright? If you?—”

With a flippant wave of his hand, Thatcher cuts me off. “We’ll give her a little more time, Knox.”

“Alright, good.” With a deep breath, I force myself to focus on winning Starr Girl back. “We still have to go out tonight. This might be the best way to get her mind off the funeral. Better yet, don’t tell her until tomorrow. Wait, no!” I grin as another idea forms. “Fuck that, why don’twejust go in her place? Let’s take your sister out on the town and see who sticks their noses in our business, just like we talked about. Tomorrow, the three of us can show face at the funeral instead of your sister, allowing her to avoid facing that asshole.”

Thatcher’s brows fly upward. He looks over his shoulder at Sagan who’s watching me closely.Suspiciously.

I flash the twins a smile. “Look, the girl is utterly blood drunk. It makes her much more open-minded. Let’s keep the buzz going for a bit. This might be my only chance to get back on her good side. At least for a while. And while we’re out having fun tonight, if we can lure whoever is watching us into a dark alley, let’s give Starr Girl a stab at it.”

Sagan snorts before he prowls around the desk. When he comes to stand before me, I open my legs and tilt my head up. Sagan takes the offering and closes the distance between us. His head dips, and my heart leaps as he leans down to kiss me.

He doesn’t though. Sagan just chuckles darkly before his hand comes up and wraps around the front of my neck.

“You want to take my Little Viper, Pretty Boy, and watch her strike?” he asks softly, his lips dipping down to brush lightly against mine. I shiver at the growl in his voice. Swallowing, I give him a little nod. He makes a soft sound of disgust, his grip tightening around my neck. “Why do I get the feeling there’s more at play here?”

“There’s not!” I fib. It’s a little one. Maybe it’ll go unnoticed?

“So I won’t find you as hard as you can get in that cage of yours as you think about playing with our sister?” he questions. I open my mouth to deny it but Sagan chokes off my response. He straightens but keeps the pressure on my throat. I wince as the lack of air gets to me. “Just know, Pretty Boy, that you don’t get to fuck our sister if you can’t control yourselforif you can’t pay attention.”

Fuck, how did he know? “I wasn’t thinking about?—”

Sagan has this talent where he doesn’t have to glower or glare, bare his teeth, or even get loud to let you know he means business. There’s just this air about him that lets you know he’s about one breath away from a homicide. The only thing that holds him back from doing so is that he’d have to waste energy doing it and he doesn’t like to waste anything.

I love the thick crackling air of danger around him. My cock presses painfully hard against the metal cage. I wince. Sagan notices. His laughter is soft, his hot breath hitting my face.

“You couldn’t fuck her even if she begged you to right now,” he taunts with the most subtle sneer possible.

Thatcher laughs darkly from his seat. His hands come up and behind his head as he leans back while he kicks his feet up onto the desk. As his laughter dies down, he says, “I don’t think that would stop our Pretty Boy from sampling our little sister if she asked him to touch her.”

I manage to grin even as the room starts to spin. Sagan’s pupils narrow as he stares down at me impassively. Then hesmirks. Sagan leans forward and captures my mouth with his, letting go of my throat at the same time. He breathes into my mouth as I suck in a deep breath. My lungs fill with Sagan. I lean into him, loving the way these twins fill every aspect of my life, including the air in my lungs. When Sagan pulls away, I’m breathing hard.

“Fine, but if I have to deal with a fuck ton of people tomorrow at this funeral, then we’re going to make this an early night,” Sagan says, stepping back.

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