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“What do you mean, he can’t die?” I questioned and grabbed for the knife, but Saint was too quick for me.
“Sebastian. Cannot. Die,” Saint spat out each syllable like he hated every damn word.
“Look, man… I know you want to be in on this too, but I had to take matters into my own hands. He was talking fucking smack back there and—”
Saint grabbed the collar of my shirt, and I heard the stitching break. I was about to give him shit, but he peered at me dead in the eyes with a look I had never seen from Saint before.Fear.
“Listen to me, Sin. Weneedthis bastard alive, no matter how much we want him dead.”
Somewhere in the pit of my disturbed soul, I knew something was very wrong and breathed, “Tell me everything.”
Fifty-Seven
Her Phantom
Saint
Irewatched the horrifying event from my screen over Sin’s shoulder and my world collapsed all over again. The fright on Liv’s face would haunt me for the rest of my days. Sin’s shoulders tensed and he felt the same emotion I had when I watched the incident only moments ago. Painstaking fear. The terror that ripped open an unsuspecting soul.
Liv said, “I believe you have the wrong room.”
“No, I don’t.”
Despite Liv’s incredible strength, she succumbed to emotional brokenness after the damage caused by Sebastian. She was physically drained, and all she wanted to do was get everything over with. Our poor Liv was in so much pain.
Uncontrollably, she trembled, but asked, “Did Sebastian send you to kill me?”
“No. But the prick stole money from my boss.”
His boss?
Sebastian was into some shady shit from the sound of it. He invested in a large number of companies, not only ours. He had gotten greedy and messed with the wrong people. I always knew the asshole dealt with dirty money, and he corrupted his multiple bank accounts.But who did he take cold hard cash from?
“Well, Sebastian is here and—”
“I know,” he interrupted, and I wanted to reach through the screen to strangle his sorry ass. “But my boss sent me to collect what is his.”
“I don’t understand…” Liv stammered in confusion. “This has nothing to do with me.”
He pointed his index finger right at her, revealing a gold ring. “Oh, but yes, it does. It starts with you, Liv.”
Our girl got her fight back, and she gave him hell. I was fucking proud as she turned on her heels and lunged at him. Liv was dead set on clawing his eyes out, but he overpowered her and grabbed her wrists. There was a struggle, and he had placed her hands behind her back.
“Let me go, asshole! Help—” Her scream for rescue made my heart break, and he must’ve covered her mouth with his hand.
Bite him, darling! Hurt him!
“Fuck.” He winced inpain.
That’s our girl.
“No, please, no—” she pleaded, but he placed a cloth over her face.
Chloroform.
“Stupid,” he seethed, and the camera shook until her necklace fell to the floor. “You won’t bite me again. It’s lights out, bitch.”
I heard Liv’s scream fade, and I knew she’d smell an ether-like scent. The fumes would fill her nostrils and a sweet taste would coat the inside of her mouth. She’d blink once, twice, and then the fight would leave our girl.
