Page 120 of Their Stolen Obsession
I had fought back against Sin and Saint, and I made my intentions known. I hoped to move on and wanted space to do so. Their lives were far too dangerous for me to be a part of, and I’d never fit into their world. I didn’t want to be ruthless, a risk taker and rule breaker, even though they made me more alive than I ever had been. Maybe I didn’t want Sin and Saint to go away.
Was I making the biggest mistake of my life?
Before I could answer, there was a ding and someone answered for me.
Unknown:
That is a major error. Jake Wilson will have to pay.
Sixty-One
Her Predator
Sin
“Are you sure this is the right address?” I asked Saint, who sat in the passenger seat. “This place is too fucking family oriented for a doctor, if you ask me.”
We parked at the curb beside a white picket fence. Trees lined the driveway in a perfect goddamn line, and there was a kids’ park right across the street. Doctor Wilson’s house reminded me of a place to bring up children, not sleep with women. Creep. Probably a goddamn pedophile.
Liv knew how to pick up dirt bags. Fuck. It was a good thing she had us to save her from these low life scum bags.
“Yep. See?” Saint showed me the screenshot he took off Google maps. “This is JakeWilson’s address.”
Mr. Wilson was thirty, had one brother and never got married. Red flag. He became a plastic surgeon two years ago, but had lost a previous job for harassment. Another red flag. The asshole grew up in a volatile environment with a daddy who beat his mom and liked to touch children. Huge red flag. So many goddamn warnings the thought of this guy even touching Liv made me see red.
“You got the goods?” I raised an eyebrow at Saint.
“Right here.” Saint answered as he held up a mason jar and the contents inside shimmered with the daylight.
The glass jar contained a gift from us to Jake to back the fuck off. Liv was ours. There was no way in hell we’d let Dr. Wilson take our obsession out on a date.
“Excellent.” I clicked a pen and finished writing a note to go with our present. “I think this shall get the point across.”
I skimmed over the words on the paper one last time. Everything had to be fucking perfect. This so-calleddatewould end before it ever began.
Dear Jake,
Liv belongs to us. Our seed’s buried deep inside of her. She only cries out forus. This is a gift for you to get our drift. Fuck off. No one else willeverhave her. Only us.
Sincerely, your greatest nightmares.
Saint read the note over my shoulder. “Perfect. You’re a goddamn poet, man.”
“One of my many talents, my friend.” I grabbed the handle on the driver’s side and pushed the door open. “Let’s go make a special delivery this motherfucker will never forget.”
We walked up to Mr. Wilson’s front door. I took a peek inside and saw a brief movement.Good, the asshole was home.Saint placed the mason jar on the step, and I tucked the note underneath.
Saint asked, “Will you do the honors?”
“My pleasure.” I grinned and rang the doorbell.
A sweet chime rang throughout the house, and the sound made me sick to my stomach. A nice cheery home wasn’t for me, and this place gave me the creeps. I couldn’t wait to get off the property, so we headed back to the car. We impatiently waited for Jake to open the fucking door to receive our gift.
Our cum after we jerked off multiple times into the mason jar.
Sixty-Two
Dr. Wilson
