Page 29 of The Sinner: James

I fluff up a pillow, tuck it behind me, and sink back.

“They look like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

I give her a detailed description of their faces and the color of their hair and eyes before briefly describing their personalities as much as I have grasped them.

“So they look like the fucking Kings,” she says, wide-eyed.

“They do, but the story is a fabrication. There’s no way they keep women at their house and have their way with them when the club is packed with beautiful female guests. Plus, they walked into that club as if they owned the place.”

Her lips curve into a smile.

“You liked it,” she says, living vicariously through me.

“Yes... I did,” I murmur.

A moment of silence zips away.

“What if…” I start, thinking out loud.

Her eyes sparkle.

“Yes?”

“What if we’re paying them a visit?”

She looks at me, intrigued.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah… Not quite paying them a visit, and more like checking their place and seeing what’s all about...”

“As in trespassing?”

Her eyes twinkle with mischief as her mind spins with possibilities.

“Yeah. Like a spying mission,” I say, terrified and thrilled at the same time.

“You’re crazy. What if they catch us? We could end up in jail...” she says, not believing half of it.

“We could, but we wouldn’t. Did they strike you as someone with the cops on speed dial?”

She purses her lips.

“Exactly,” I say.

“It may be worse if they’re doing their own justice,” she suggests, smiling.

“Doing their own justice… how?” I ask, playing her game.

“They can chop us up and feed us to the fish,” she jokes, and laughter falls from my chest. “Or worse,” she says, a naughty smile glinting in her eyes.

“What’s worse?” I ask, pretending I don't know what she’s talking about.

“They could… You know… Have their way with us,” she says under her breath, as if we’re already at their mercy in their home.

I wag my finger at her.

“You have quite the imagination.”

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