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“Oh, shit! No, no, no, no.”
But there was a note smeared with blood.
We had fun with your punishment. Don’t make us do it again. Smell the roses, be a good girl.
“Fuck this.”
Forty-Five
Their Obsession
Liv
Iscurried away from the morbid arrangement, and my legs couldn’t go fast enough. Too quickly, I stumbled backward and fell, but my arms pushed my body up off the floor. My heels clicked as I ran, glancing back like they were behind me, coming out of the shadows, but all I saw were lifeless, bloodshot hazel eyes staring back at me.
The scent from the flowers lingered in my nose, the smell of Sin and Saint. The dreadful gift had cedarwood all over it, and I hated them.Those fucking lunatics killed a man!
Cut out his eyes because they warned me not to flirt with him. Made his heart stop beating for laying eyes on me because in their screwed-up minds, I only belonged to them. No other man could look at me, touch me or hurt me because Sin and Saint would end them.
With all the fear, anger, and hatred swirling inside of me, I found their bouncer straight ahead. I stomped up to him. He had his back turned to me, but I was dead set on finding the murderers who had killed for me in cold blood. I should run out of the nightclub, get a hotel, and hide away where they’d never find me, but I knew they would track me down.
There was no escaping my phantoms. Nowhere to hide because they’d go to the ends of the earth to find me. I had no choice but to face those fuckers head-on and beat them at their own psychotic game.
I tapped a finger on their bouncer’s shoulder and huffed, “Take me to them. Now.”
He only nodded with an irritated groan, like I was a pesky fly buzzing around his head and wouldn’t screw off. His shoes tapped on the tile as he headed down another hallway and brought me toward his masters. Further into the nightclub, he took me back toward a place I recognized right away because I couldn’t forget. The room where I met Saint for the first time, and he had devoured my pussy. Heat pooled between my thighs and the ache grew, but the journey wasn’t pleasurable. The walk was awkward, unpleasant, and unnerving. But I needed to tell them to their faces, not to kill anyone else.
Would they listen?
I doubted it, but I had to shoot my shot. I didn’t want someone else’s blood on my hands even though Sin and Saint had been the ones to do the gruesome acts. The very thought of that poor man’s life ending because of me made my stomach sick.
They must’ve followed him after his girlfriend blew him off somewhere outside of the club. Cornered him until he had nowhere to go while he begged for mercy and pleaded for his life. He was a cheating, egotistical asshole, but he didn’t deserve to die. He shouldn’t have had his eyes carved out of their sockets and put on display as punishment.
We got on an elevator, and the enclosure took us to the second floor. No longer anywhere near the nightclub as the doors opened, and the bouncer led me to a door. Bile collected in the back of my throat and threatened to come up, but I held the vomit back. Nerves knotted in the pit of my stomach, and my mind screamed at me to go back.
“They are waiting for you in their penthouse.”
Of course, those assholes were.
Terror coursed through me as I walked through the door and into their home—a dark place like a Gothic dwelling. It was eerily similar to a haunted house. The walls had black paint, there were gargoyle statues, and my skin crawled as if there were cobwebs, but their cleaners would take care of the spiders.
These two not only were shadows, they lived in the shadows, too. Dark, frightening, and cold to the bone. A chill brushed against my skin, and I trembled in the thin air, but I was damn sure there was something there. Maybe an open vent was around me or a cracked window, but there was no evidence of either. I bet ghosts haunted this place.
This wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Sin and Saint were ghosts, and they would live with them, too. Together with their creepy, fucked-up shit and creeping people out with their haunting ways.
Something furry rubbed against my leg. “Shit!”
Startled, a black cat meowed and made my heart leap up into my throat. The cat scared the crap out of me! But the cute little bugger purred as its head pressed into my ankle.
I bent down and picked up the kitty from the floor. The feline didn’t appear to mind as it rubbed its head against my chest, and I pet the cuddly creature. The tame animal helped calm my nerves as I stood up and carried the cat with me.
“I see you’ve met Rocko.”
“Jesus!” I yelled and spun around.
Sin stepped out of the shadows from where he hid, watching and waiting, while he peered at me inside his home. He took in the prey he had lured here with his gruesome bait. A trap set in motion for me as apunishment for my rude behavior under their roof. Fuck their rules. Screw them. I had had it with their sick and disturbing actions.
“Here, pussy, pussy,” Sin called.
