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The cat wouldn’t listen. He had a mind of his own. I liked Rocko, and I think we’d get along great.
“It’s a cat. Not my cunt.”
Sin growled, “Scram, you damn pest.”
Loudly, he clapped his hands and Rocko hissed, but he leaped from my arms. The darkness ate up his black fur coat as he hurried off and mingled with the ghosts.
“Hey!” I exclaimed with an attitude. “I like him.”
“And we like you, but we have other matters to attend to.”
Saint came into view behind Sin. The pair belonged in the dark. They wore shades of black with ripped jeans and shirts showing off their tattoos. I was furious with them, but they were delicious. I couldn’t deny their sexy good looks with Sin’s hair falling over his forehead and Saint’s intense blue eyes staring right at me. Their frustration with me was overbearing, but my anger faced them head-on.
“What the fuck is wrong with the pair of you?”
“Nothing,”Saint answered.
“Like hell there isn’t!” I exclaimed and took two steps toward them. “You killed that man in cold blood!”
Saint shrugged. “So?”
I can’t believe this! They have no emotion. Not a care in the world.
“So, I should call the cops and have your asses thrown in jail,” I threatened as I reached into my purse and took out my cell phone. “I bet they’d lock you up and throw away the damn—”
Sin launched forward and took my phone. “What the fuck? Give me that back!”
“No police.”
I jumped repeatedly and tried to get my phone back from Sin’s grasp, but all he did was laugh. His evil sound echoed throughout the room, and I hated him for making me feel so small.
“Look, Saint. She’s our little bunny.”
“A pretty bouncy one,” Saint added.
Sin growled, “A sweet doe I want to chase, watching those perky tits bounce to and fro.”
Sin grabbed the back of my neck as I yelped from his death grip, and a flash of light blinded me. The asshole snapped my picture! He had some nerve.
“I won’t have you killing anyone else because of me,” I warned through clenched teeth.
“And we won’t have you misbehaving with anyone,” Sin breathed as he heaved me toward his chest and spit hit my face with each word. “Do you understand me?”
“Make me, fucker,” I snapped.
The tension between us could cut like a knife—slice through all the fear and chemistry and leave us with open wounds. Blood would pour from our gashes as we fought for control, and no one would make it out alive. We’d die together, but these two would love that. Our spirits stuck together in this goddamn haunted house. Forever.
To hell with that!
“We warned you. No one touches or looks at what is ours.” Saint reminded me from behind me.
“His death is your punishment.” Sin glared. “But he was a loser who only wanted to use you and get under your dress.”
He jerked my head, yanking me to make me understand. Pain bloomed at the nape of my neck and tears bit at my eyes, but I pushed through the hurt. I forced myself to return his glare with not one ounce of fear because he didn’t deserve it.
“So what?” I spat like a wild animal, completely enraged. “I wanted to use him too! To escape the pair of you!”
“Liv, Liv, Liv…” Sin tsked and breathed heavily against my cheek. “There’s no escaping us. But now that you’ve received your punishment, you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
