Page 30 of Their Stolen Obsession
Her Predator
Sin
Fuck me. Another dream. But my little obsession wasn’t there, and it made the nightmare even more excruciating.
Pure agony.
Another week had gone by since we found the lead we had been searching for all this time. Evidence that would help us find our missing piece. But seven more days without her was even harder to bear, knowing how close we had come to getting an answer.
Who took Liv?
Saint and I had watched everyone entering our nightclub. We made Sinful Saints lit every damn night. Hell, we even extended our hours of operation and were open twenty-fourfucking seven. That was how desperate we were to find her. We’d do absolutely anything at this point to get Liv back.
We would keep our eyes on everyone in the club, not only because we needed Liv back for ourselves, but her parents were counting on us. This was our chance to win them over one hundred fucking percent, but Saint thought we had already won. I needed to be certain. Their approval of us being with their daughter meant more to us than breathing because Liv was worth everything on this damn earth.
No new lead stabbed into the soul I didn’t even think existed inside of me, but that was what Liv did to me. She made me realize I was more whole of a man than I had ever been. Our little obsession seared life back inside of me. But make no mistake, I was still deadly. Lethal to the core, and I’d kick ass when any harm came to her. The life that she gave me back made me a force to be reckoned with.
Fuck with our girl and find out.
Slowly, I made my way through our nightclub while Saint lurked behind the walls. We had reconstructed this fortress, and we knew the place held the dead. This building would give anyone the creeps, but not us because we had experienced death. Lived through the darkest days of our lives and were one with the other side.
Ghosts got us because we understood them. Their need to remain invisible, hidden with the shadows of the night and creeping around the places they had lived. Desperately, they attempted to relive their memories and reclaim their losses. Unable to pass on, seeking lost goodbyes and wanting a second chance. Every damn night on replay, the same shit show with one outcome. Death.
We used to walk in the afterlife until Liv became our obsession. Our new life to live, the absolution we breathed, and God, she made all our suffering worth it. From her curvaceous body, her goddamn gorgeous face, her striking eyes, and the way she molded perfectly sandwiched between us.
I could almost taste Liv’s lips from her kiss, hear her scream our names through that pretty mouth and my cock throbbed at the memory of her pussy tightening around me. Jesus Christ. I yearned for her so fucking badly, craved her, and sought her. I wouldn’t stop until she was back in my arms, no matter what I had to do.
My hand tightened around my whiskey glass, and I gulped back the rest. I wanted to numb the pain I had been experiencing without Liv, but the nothingness never came. My emotions were overwhelming. I knew love could be this hard, but I never fucking thought my affection for her would be this bad.
My damn heart had been ripped out of my chest, stomped on repeatedly, and this shit would continue until we got Liv back. I wanted the pain to stop so goddamn much, and the constant ache made for a miserable life. Fuck. I missed her an unspeakable amount, and I wanted to cry, but what good would that do?
Diving into a pit of self-pity won’t bring Liv back, only vengeance would. Retribution drove me like a motherfucker, and it brought me right to this exact moment. The precise second I saw a lanky asshole enter our club wearing a ring.
The exact gold band from Liv’s kidnapper with the letterPon it. Fuck me sideways. It was showtime.
I peered to my left. Saint was there. He watched and waited right along with me for the exact moment to strike. Our time had come.
I tilted my chin downward, preparing after I gave Max the command and my eyes swirled at Saint with excitement. A big fucking grin spread out across my lips, and my best friend flashed me a smile, too.We got him, buddy.
Without hesitation, I headed toward a young thug in his late twenties with brown hair, but he had made a mistake when he waltzed into Sinful Saints, not dressed to code.Fuck with me and find out wouldsuffice, but take part in having our girl stolen?Heads would roll. Particularly, this scumbag who fought against Max’s hold.
“What the fuck, man?” he cried out as Max held him still. “What did I do?”
“Well, for starters, what’s your name, kid?” I asked.
He answered, “Johnny.”
“Well, Johnny…” my gaze briefly roamed over Johnny boy, and I caught his dilated pupils. High as a mother fucking kite. “You’re in a goddamn T-shirt, shorts, and—”
“Fuck, dude. Who gives a shit?” he interrupted.
“We do,” Saint roared behind me and grabbed him by his nose piercing. “Come with us. We have some unfinished business to discuss.”
Saint yanked on Johnny’s silver hoop. He yelped in pain, and I gave the signal for the DJ to turn up the beat. Drown out the awful sound from this dumb bastard who became our target on a mission near and dear to us. Anyone who got in our way would pay the ultimate price and poor Johnny boy would only be the start.
Once we got to the hallway leading to the room where all the fun happened, I stopped Mad Max. “Guard the hallway. No one comes down here until we get back. Understood?”
“Got it, boss.” Max crossed his enormous arms, and he blocked the hall.
