Page 15 of Sinful Little Lies

Taking a deep breath, I ask, “If you’re going to continuously interfere, why do you keep coming to me for help?”

Her lip wobbles and another tear trails down her cheek, dropping onto the couch and soaking into the cushion. Finally, she answers, “Where else would I go, Grimm?”

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GRIMM

Her words senda tsunami of feelings through my chest. Instead of letting her see that, though, I give her a nod.

The moment is fucking interrupted by Mr. Blackwood himself. Emmett wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important, but why the hell did his little issue have to interfere with my time with V. I remind myself that if he’s calling me, it’s serious.

I clear my throat and speak, not alerting him of my annoyance at his shitty timing. “What’s up?”

He says he’s got Braxton fucking Willingham and needs me to help him move his body. All I’m saying is, if he waited until after he died to cut him up and didn’t let me in on the fun while the dickhead was still breathing, I’m going to fuck him up for cutting my time short with Verena.

Emmett asks me for a pumpkin carving kit and some chloroform.

Good. Braxton is alive. I can still have some fun tonight.

“Alright. I’ll see you in ten.” I say before ending the call.

Turning to face Verena, I see her frown deepen. “I have to go help Emmett with something and I’m not sure how long it’ll take. Might be an hour or two, so stay here.” I tell her.

Placing her hand in mine and lacing our fingers together, she repeats herself. “Where else would I go?” And if that doesn’t make my dick stand at attention…

Quickly, I untangle our fingers and gather everything Emmett asked for and more… just in case… I toss the bag over my shoulder and turn back to Verena before heading out. “You’re welcome to change into anything you’d find comfortable and lay in my bed. Mi Netflix es tu Netflix,” I say with a small nod.

She flashes a soft smile and I feel myself meltingand hardening. I have to get the fuck out of here.

I meet Emmett behind Verena’s place. Will I ever be able to go anywhere that I don’t associate with her?

What the douchebag did to piss Emmett off, I haven’t got a clue. Maybe it has something to do with Emmett’s newest little obsession, Blair. I’ve caught him gawking over her more times than he’ll ever care to admit.

We arriveat the cemetery and since I’ve gone long enough without my questions being answered, I ask, “So, what did Braxton do?”

“He touched what’s mine,” he says with a sneer, his eyes wild like a feral animal.

I shove down the string of questions that build on my tongue. I don’t want this fucker to kill me for questioning him. I’ve got a couple of inches on Emmett, but that doesn’t mean shit. My psycho-radar still goes haywire every time he’s near.

We come up to the Red Skull Brotherhood entrance and lift the crest to gain access, then carry him to a secluded room towards the back of the underground tunnels. Emmett directs me to set him by the chains on the wall and we sit him upright, binding his hands and neck.

Emmett wakes Braxton up and, even though I don’t really know what’s going on, I’m excited. I want to see blood spill.

Emmett shows a side of himself I’ve never seen before. Of course, I’ve seen him kill on brotherhood missions, but that’s about it. There must be something about this new chick that’s turned him into this crazed murderer.

Can I judge? No, I’ve got a deep love for all things torture and gore. However, I will admit I’m a bit shocked at what’s happening in front of me right now.

Emmett whips out the pumpkin carving kit and goes to town on Braxton. He stabs Braxton in the thigh, slices his hands off, and fucking cuts his eyes out of their sockets. But he doesn’t stop there.

Braxton won’t quit his annoying ass screaming, so Emmett stuffs his fucking hand in his mouth and duck tapes that shit shut. I am in complete and utter awe.

After scooping Braxton’s eyes out, he removes the tape, rips his hand out and replaces it with his goddamn eyeballs.

It was genius.

Hiding my boner this entire time has been killing me. I am being edged like a motherfucker tonight and it is absolute torture. My frustrations need to be released ASAP.

I know just the thing to help me.

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