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I had closed the window; I was sure of it. To the best of my ability, I had pressed the window down and therehadn’t been a breeze creeping through. No crack for air to…
Wait a minute.
As I crept further forward to investigate, I noticed something colorful behind the blinds. The drape blew to the side and revealed a paper coffee cup from the café I had visited the day before. The same place I had spilled my morning brew all over my dress. Curiously, I pulled the curtain aside,and I found something shocking.
Two white roses on the window ledge.
A soft chime sound came from my cell phone, catching my attention, and I peered down at a text message.
Unknown:
Can’t have our girl go without her morning cup of java. Especially after yesterday’s spill.
Startled, I looked up from my phone and out the window toward the trees. Sunshine beamed through and blurred the view. The bright light was hard on my eyes, and I had to turn away before I went blind. Black stars danced as I blinked and knew Sin was out there watching and waiting in the damn trees with Saint by his side.
Now they brought me coffee too?
I appeased them by grasping the hot coffee as steam blew with my morning breath, and I took a small sip. The sweetness bit at my bitterness. My disgust quicklyturned to softness as their gesture pulled at my heartstrings and got even sweeter when I realized the coffee had extra sweetener. The way I liked it.
Assholes.I’d have to get the damn window fixed ASAP.
Thirty
Her Phantom
Sin
“Here pussy, pussy, pussy.” I cooed as I called for the pesky little cat to haul ass and come over for the pet we both knew he wanted. “Good pussycat.”
My hand gently stroked the cat named Rocko, who Saint had let in from the street. He gave him a place to stay in our shared penthouse inside of our club. The one on the second floor and in the far back of the nightclub. A space we called our home sweet home.
Wait.Back up a bit. Sweet wasn’t the right word to describe it. More likespooky.
Our home spooky home.
The place was fucking haunted. We turned the cheap, rundown building around for the better and gave it a facelift. Unknown to us, the property used to be a hospital for the city. A sure hit to be cursed because hundreds of people would’ve died here. But wefit right in and got along with whatever fucked up shit still lurked within these walls.
The feline purred as I brushed along its soft coat and it snuggled in closer. “Hey, watch the outfit, kitty cat. Your damn fur will be all over it.”
I didn’t like the fucking felines who roamed around the place, but Saint loved to give stray cats a home. This cat was a pest that wouldn’t screw off, but I didn’t mind him. The rest though? They were needy little shits.
There had to be up to ten clingy cats in this joint!There could be more, but who the fuck knows?
I lost count after the last pregnant puss strolled her prissy ass in here and had her litter of kittens. Now those were freaking cute, but they grew up and got hissy. Nope. Not for me.
Somehow Rocko, this playful little fucker gnawing at my finger, fit right in. He stayed and never left. The others came for the variety of wet foods Saint left out every day and quenched their thirst at the water fountain I ordered online. I only got the damn kitty fountain for those hissy fits because it was Saint’s birthday. Not out of the kindness of my heart. I didn’t know what else to get him because he already had everything, including a kitty litter box.
I got up from the black sofa and made my way toward the back patio door, which led out onto thebalcony. Everything was out on the sheltered deck from patio furniture, a grill, cat food, and the fountain with stairs leading down into the park. The same public woodland where we enjoyed watching Liv on the other side. Where we crept in the shadows and blended in with these damn cats.
Rocko was right at my heels as I stopped at the door and peeked down at my leg while he rubbed up against me. The little puss lived rent free in our eerie space, but it was time for the asshole to screw off. I wiggled my leg and opened the built-in cat door.
“Shoo, you pesky shit,” I hissed at the cat as he scurried through, and I brushed the fur from my dark pant leg. “You’ll bring me bad luck.”
I didn’t need misfortune tonight. We were creating our own luck. We were about to do the devil’s work.
“Are you ready to go, man?” Saint hollered from the other room.
I shouted back, “I’ve been waiting on you, asshole!”
