Page 117 of Saints and Sinners

I can smell the burning of their favorite smoke as I get closer and see that the door is cracked open. I flatten myself against the wall, just wanting to know what they are discussing before I make myself known. I'm not above eavesdropping when it comes to these Sinners. Maybe I wouldn't have to stoop so low if they were more open with me.

“Why haven't we fucking found it yet?” I hear Oakley curse.

“Calm down; we still have a few more to go through yet,” Jett's voice carries over to me, “You know how it goes; it's probably going to be the last one we look at.”

“We have her back, so we have time to find it, Oak. Relax a little,” Fynn says to his friend, “I doubt our Little Saint will make the mistake of leaving again.”

There is a scoff, and Oakley speaks once again, “Hopefully, she listens to everything you told her because I will tie Kitty Cat to my fucking bed if I have to in order to keep her safe.”

I should be pissed, but instead, my body floods with warmth at the emotion I hear behind his words. The Lords of Sin are not weak and don't put themselves out there, either. If, by what I've gathered about their home lives, love is pretty much non-existent, why would they feel the need to want it themselves? Deep down, they are afraid of getting hurt, I bet.

“Lovely Lina needs to be shown her place with us,” Jett starts in, “I don't like keeping her in the dark, and I won't, not about everything, but until she figures out what we need her to be for us, we don't have any other options.”

“Yeah, well, let's hope it doesn't take Kitty Cat that long to figure it out,” Oakley sighs.

“After how she took care of Brett, I think she is well on her way to getting where we need her to be.” This comes from Fynn as he exhales.

Now is as good a time as any to show myself. I push the door open and cross my arms, “You know, I will learn much faster if you just tell me what you want. What do I need to be for the Lords of Sin?”

“Kitty Cat...”

“No, I never wanted to be the Lady of Sin, but it's apparent that it's what my future is regardless. So, how about you tell me what is expected of me, and we can stop dancing around until I figure it out on my own!”

“It's not nice to eavesdrop, Little Saint.”

“So fucking punish me. It's not like you really need a reason to do just that anyway.” I glance around the room, looking at each Lord, “So, what will it be?”

“Lina, you don't understand...”

“You're right...I don't understand because you assholes won't explain it to me!” I walk over to Fynn and snatch the joint from his fingers, “You want to get me high,” I take a drag, “So be it,” I hand it back to the Lord as I exhale. “You want me to strip,” I pull the shirt over my head and yank my shorts down, “Fine! You want me on my knees...I can do that too!” I drop to my knees and glare at each one of them. “I will do whatever it is you want me to do...what you need me to do. Just stop keeping me in the fucking dark about everything!”

All three Lords remain silent, staring at me as if I've gone crazy. Maybe I have. I'm crazy about each of them, but I will keep that to myself a little longer. I know their feelings for me are changing, and they don't want to admit it, so I won't admit mine just yet. It's what they want, me falling for them, and that is one thing that I'm not willing to give them until it's the right time.

“Now that,” Oakley grins, “is the way the Lady of Sin is supposed to act.”

THIRTY-NINE

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