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I didn’t care if they saw me through the window without the stupid rose on. I didn’t care if they saw me walking down the street without it. Sin and Saint could burn in hell for all I cared, and I’d never wear the piece again.
I was on cloud nine but fuming with rage at the thought of those two bastards. The overcast puffy cluster of clouds turned into smog from my hateful reflection. My repulsion made the happy cloud a chaotic thunderstorm bound to produce a tornado of mass destruction.
My provoking attitude of vengeance followed me right out into the kitchen as I made myself my usual morning coffee with extra sweetener. The sugary taste got rid of the bitterness inside of me and the warmth fell through my body. The caffeinated kick made meforget the two men corrupting every thought for all of one minute before I heard my doorbell ring.
I wasn’t expecting any company, and my eyes flew toward the window. My mind reeled as I set my coffee down on the countertop and I peered out the big window. Rain trickled down the glass as the gloomy day made it harder to see my front porch. I could barely make out the figure of a man dressed in black with a hood draped over his head and his back turned toward me. I couldn’t glimpse his face, but it was bound to be a delivery.
What the hell had Sebastian ordered from Amazon now?
The doorbell rang again, and I huffed, “I’m coming!”
This dickhead was persistent. A nuisance I wanted to go away so I could get on with my day and get my errands done. Everything had to be in order for Sebastian’s return home or I’d deal with his fury from my disorganization.
The doorbell rang repeatedly as I hurried toward the front door, pulled at the doorknob, and plastered a smile on my face. When all I wanted to do was whack the wooden door right in his face. Catch the asshole by surprise, make him learn a lesson and suffer the consequences of his annoying behavior. A nosebleed would suffice for him—
“Good morning, Liv.” Sin interrupted my overactive imagination and stood with his body leaning against the doorframe.
“Sin?” I gasped with surprise, and my eyes darted to Saint strolling up behind him.
I panicked. My instant reaction was to lock them out. I closed the door with all of my strength, only to be disappointed when it didn’t slam shut.
Sin held the door open with his large hand and tsked, “Not so fast.”
I held the handle in my grasp as Sin towered over me with his black hood on. Raindrops dripped off the fabric. He was soaked, and the water from the storm formed a puddle at my feet. He was cold, calculated, and in total control. His hot breath fanned against my face while his dark eyes fired with annoyance, and I shivered in his presence. Not from the chill coming in from outside, but from Sin. My extremely displeased phantom.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked.
Another hand grabbed the door while my eyes widened, and Saint ripped the door handle from my grasp. The doorway flew open, and I took several steps back as Saint welcomed himself inside with a growl. But a rose pendant dangled from his hand.
Saint dripped raindrops further into the entryway as his blue eyes blazed at me as he held the samenecklace I had hidden upstairs in my bedroom. He wore a leather jacket, not suited for the wet weather, but the bad boy image made him delicious. He ran a hand through his hair, water fell down his face and over his frustrated stare piercing into me.
I stumbled backward and hit a table behind me. The contents on the table wobbled, almost falling to the floor, and the sudden shift in my environment made me shake like an earthquake.
How the hell did they get the pendant?
Sin stepped through the door and stood beside Saint. Together, they held a solid front and blocked my way out. I could bolt for the stairs and barricade myself inside of a room, but I knew deep in the pit of my stomach they’d break the door down. I couldn’t afford another lame explanation for Sebastian, which only led to another slap in my face. But I could clean up the damn mess they made from their muddy boots all over the floor.
Sin glared. “I thought we told you to never take this off?”
Sin pointed at their gift to me. The silver rose pendant of my doomed fate shimmered from the light in my house, and a lightning bolt flashed from behind their darkened figures. A sudden flicker from the loss of electricity made me jump from their wicked presence. A sight straight out of a horror film as thunderclapped. I should make a run for it, but I stood my ground.
“How did you get in?” I questioned them with a glare.
“You left your window open, sweetheart,” Sin answered simply.
The realization hit me in full force, and I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to tell them to get out and never come back. To take their damn gift, rip the chain in two, and shove it up their asses.
Sin and Saint had invaded my home and strolled right in like they ruled the place. Broke into my place of privacy while I thought I was alone and acted as if they owned me. Staked their claim on me and wanted me to put their goddamn necklace back on.
No way.
I didn’t recall leaving any windows open. The forecast had called for rain, and I wouldn’t want to let in a draft. I’d never leave a window cracked with these two maniacs on the loose and stalking me twenty-four seven.
“No, I didn’t. You’re full of shit,” I snapped.
Suddenly, both men reacted and stepped forward with two large equal thumps. In full unison, they worked a gasp of surprise from me, and my fear encouraged them to close the distance between us.
“Want to make a bet?” Sin challenged with a wicked smirk, his whiskey breath hot on my face.
