Page 21 of Sinners Reunion

“What?” She pushes her hands toward the stranger. “Dude shows up with a dead thing in his bag and says he wants to give it a proper sendoff, and that’s where my mind went. Fucking sorry.”

“My name is Samuel, and I memorialize dead things. Is that enough information?”

He’s an odd one, this Samuel, but he seems harmless enough. Hopefully Ezra knows what to do with him.

“Bennett, go and fetch your brother,” I say, and he scurries off.

As one man hurries away from the fire, another man approaches. It’s Jim, and he’s got his bird on his arm and a problem on his tongue. I can see it from here.

“King, you have to help me! I tried to use the toilet in my bus, and it’s overflowing.” He wrings his hands and looks at the small group of people, not even seeing the stranger in our midst. He holds up two fingers with a sheepish sadness. “It was a deux.”

“Kind of in the middle of something.” I motion toward Samuel.

“I can keep an eye on him,” Josie says, and I just bet she can. With a face like his, I bet she’d like to keep a lot more on him than her eyes.

I guess the poor girl never sought help for her little sex addiction. This will be a real problem.

“Jim, I’ll be right with you,” I say. I grab Josie’s arm and start leading her toward our RV. She stumbles a few steps, but I keep her righted. “You will go and have a nice little break in the air conditioning while I deal with this.”

She snatches her arm out of my grasp and stops walking. “Like hell I will! I’m on the road trip whether you like it or not, and I’m here as a fucking guest.”

How cute.

I grab her arm and drag her inside the RV, kicking and screaming the entire way. Her. Not me. I never kick and scream. It’s unbecoming.

Once I have her inside, I slam the door and point to the back of the RV. She straightens her rumpled shirt, smooths her hair, and pins me with narrowed eyes before spinning on her heel and marching her swaying hips toward the bed. After turning to face me, she sits on the edge of the mattress and grips the edge.

“Fucking happy?”

“Not quite,” I say.

I move toward the closet and open the door. After digging through the bag of supplies Jim provided, I find a pair of cuffs which aren’t designed for comfort. Spikes line the interior, and I know just how I plan to use them.

Two birds, one fucking stone.

“You still have your little urges, I take it?” I fiddle with the cuffs in the closet so that she can’t see what’s coming. “Killing doesn’t take the edge off anymore?”

“What killing? We’ve seen zero blood this entire trip. And did you plan to help me with my little urges?” She scoffs. “Wait, no. You’ve already used me up, remember? I’m not interesting to you anymore.”

Hmm. Is that what she thinks?

Well, let her think whatever she wants. I won’t set her straight. I can be the villain in her movie so long as we eventually reach the credits.

“Get on your knees on the mattress,” I say as I close the closet door.

She bats her eyelashes and nibbles her lip. “Aw, how cute. Someone wants their dick sucked.”

She sits on her knees, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth. When she sticks out that perfectly pink tongue, I damn near start unfastening my belt. But what I’m about to do isn’t for my enjoyment at all.

I clamp a cuff around her wrist, and her eyes pop open.

“What the fuck is this?”

With a grunt, I snatch the cuff upward and force her to rise.

“Ow, that shit hurts!” She tries to wriggle her cuffed arm, but the spikes stab her skin. “Jesus fuck, dude. I think I’d rather suck your dick.”

I bring the short chain over a bar above the bed, then hook her other wrist within the second cuff. I don’t even realize how close our faces are until it’s too late. She turns her head and starts to panic.