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“Is this a joke?” I asked as I stared at the laser gun in my hand and the electronic vest. “How the hell is this supposed to help me?”

“Target practice is for pussies.” Sin huffed and balanced a laser gun in his hands. “This baby gets you ready for reality.”

“And you can’t go out in public and shoot someone, silly…” Saint did up the Velcro of his vest and grinned at me. “At least, not yet.”

“Legally, you need to have a reason to defend yourself with a firearm.” Sin pointed the laser beam at Saint. “But you should practice on moving targets.”

Sin fired.

“What the fuck, man?” Saint raised his arms. “We haven’t started yet.”

“It was a practice shot.” Sin held up his gun to disarm the situation. “Relax.”

“We should’ve gone to the paintball park.” Saint sighed with disappointment. “That was my idea.”

“Next time.” Sin patted his best friend’s back and turned his attention to his laser blaster. “Laser tag is easier for beginners.”

“Quit calling me that.” I pointed my laser beam at Sin. “Or I’ll shoot.”

“Fine.” Sin leaned in close. “But not if I shoot you first.”

“Game on, tough guy,” I teased with a smile.

“Remember to hold the blaster with two hands, press the reload button when you’re out of ammo, and when you get hit, you temporarily lose the ability to shoot, but you can hide,” Saint explained.

“You know how much we love it when you scurry away.” Sin tapped me on the nose with a grin.

“You’ll be the one hiding in this solo round.” I chomped at his finger. “Because I won’t miss just like target practice.”

“Beginner’s luck.” Sin huffed with a shrug.

“I doubt it,” I challenged with my laser blaster in a ready stance. “Scared to find out?”

“No, darling. You’re gonna be the one running around terrified,” Saint answered as he pulled a mask from his back pocket. “Because we brought reinforcements. Right, man?”

Saint put on a skull mask. Sin pulled out a Ghostface mask. My phantoms were armed and extremely dangerous.

Fuck. My pussy drooled for my men. This match of laser tag was no joke to them.

“Yep.” Sin pulled the disguise over his face. “Game on.”

Twenty

Her Destiny

Sin

The place was fucking packed. Liv invited whomever she pleased, and we approved without a glance at the guest list. Whoever accepted attendance, we’d deal with them if we had to. This was all about her because we wanted her to have everything. She desired a goddamn engagement party; she got it.

The only exception?

It was Saint and Sin style.

We shut down the damn club. Tonight was about us at Sinful Saints Nightclub.

I hired the best psychic this city offered. We made sure we ordered an exceptional catering company with the highest five-star reviews. Saint got the finest decorator to adorn the darker elements we envisioned precisely.

A séance.