Page 25 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Saint

“ S low down, Sin,” I said as the speedometer hit eighty miles per hour through the city street, and he even blew a stop light.

“No,” Sin argued through clenched teeth and swerved into another lane.

“Yes! Slow down!” I exclaimed with frustration. “We’re no good to Liv locked up behind bars.”

Sin sped up, ignoring my warning. Damn him.

“I’m not letting these assholes lay one more hand on—”

I took the wheel, turned the smooth leather in my direction in the passenger seat and into the right-hand lane. Sin fought me. He resisted and turned back into the left lane.

“Pull over!” I roared.

“Fuck off, Saint.”

The car swerved, tires squeaking, and the vehicle went over the solid yellow line. Straight into oncoming traffic as the car weaved back and forth. We rocked one way and back to the other, fighting each other.

“Pull the car over, now !” I turned the wheel with all my strength and got us back on track.

Fuck. I knew Sin could be a stubborn bastard, but stupid? No. I don’t think so. Liv was his trigger. She was our endgame. The love of our lives, and he was letting his emotions for her cloud his judgment.

“Say pretty please,” Sin demanded sarcastically as he pulled us back into imminent danger and straight toward a truck.

The semi blared a horn at us with its bold lights flashing. The fucking headlights were brighter than the daylight. A clear warning to get out of the way or we were toast.

Christ!

Sin was a goddamn crazy motherfucker. Actually, not all the time. Sometimes .

The thought of a head-on collision with the truck in front of us didn’t scare me. It petrified me because Liv needed us. I didn’t care about my life, and if I lived to breathe another day. I only wanted to keep her safe.

I’d let Sin get his way .

“Please!” I yelled at him.

“No… That didn’t sound nice.” Sin sighed deeply and pouted. The headlights illuminated his face.

“Pretty, please pull this damn car over?” I asked as fast as possible.

“That’s more like it.” Sin grinned.

Sin jerked the steering wheel back over to safety before we kissed death and made out with the eighteen-wheeler with fucking pretty headlights. Stars danced before me, and I blinked repeatedly to make them stop and an instant headache set in. Our date with death was bittersweet.

I cursed, swallowed the lump in my throat and Sin rolled the car to the shoulder of the road. The silence was deafening, only the sounds of traffic going by caught my attention. We came to a stop. I waited for Sin to put the car in park, and he did it incredibly slowly.

I rolled my eyes, sighed, and grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Sin tensed up, stared me dead in the eyes, and answered, “Everything.”

I heaved, “Let me drive.”

“No. Liv needs us. I need her.” Sin had been drinking. His whiskey breath was hot against my face. “We need to get to her. We should— ”

“We will. But we need a plan,” I interrupted.

Shit. Sin was a mess, but I was, too. We needed clear heads. We had to get our shit together.

A few moments passed. I released Sin, and the leather on his jacket made a crinkling sound.

I exhaled and sat back in my seat. This was bad.

My best friend was always one step ahead of me, but his mind was all over the place.

Confused, screwed up, and blinded by Liv.

I couldn’t blame him because I felt the same way.

Lost without her, frazzled, and let’s face it—horny as fuck.

I hadn’t blown my load in weeks because of stress and my obsession with revenge.

Sin turned to me, a calmness in his expression. “You’re right.”

“I am?” I laughed nervously. “I’m all fucked up, man.”

“I know. I am too, but we need to figure out who we are dealing with,” Sin explained. He gave my shoulder a pat and a firm squeeze. “Then we make ’em bleed. Agreed?”

There was the Sin I knew. He was back. Calculated, ruthless, and ready to take down the beast.

“Fuck yeah,” I answered with a slap to Sin’s leg. “My man is back.”

After we saw Liv, we experienced a rush. The high propelled us to chase after her, but we lost steam. We got trapped in the smoke, a cloud of confusion until we reached full clarity.

“With a fucking vengeance.” Sin grinned as he took out his cell phone and pulled up Google. “Now let’s see what we can find out about these motherfuckers.”

Few news articles came up about the alleged Pitrone Mafia family.

The facts weren’t hard to find. The two kingpins were brothers who ran the organized crime front.

Preston Pitrone, a.k.a. the “Pit Bull,” and Phoenix Pitrone, a.k.a.

“Punish,” owned a coffee business called Cuppabeans.

The company was a definite front to run illegal drugs through, leaving them untouchable until now.

Plus, who uses nicknames like Pit Bull and Punish? Goddamn juveniles.

“Pricks,” Sin muttered under his breath.

High-priced lawyers kept the brothers out of jail, and they had covered up their sketchy tracks for far too long. Preston and Phoenix had done a shitty job of keeping out of the tabloids, but their exact whereabouts remained unknown. Their movements in and out of the city went cold. Figures.

I peered down at the blinking dot and noticed the red light had stopped its movement. The Pitrone brother’s location wasn’t a mystery anymore. Sin and I were hot on their trail .

“Bingo,” I whispered and held up the address for Sin to see. “Check the place out.”

“On it.”

The building was massive, a fucking fortress. I’d be damned. No registered address. No wonder those bastards had flown under the radar.

Fuck. My stomach grumbled. I was damn hungry I could eat a fucking horse.

“I need a bite to eat,” I admitted.

Sin asked, “Hungry? At a time like this?”

“Yes…” I replied and patted my stomach. “You know me. I can’t think straight on an empty stomach.”

“Got to feed the beast.” Sin chuckled and pulled out into traffic without an indicator.

The city bus behind us laid on its horn, and Sin ignored the blare. He went under the speed limit to piss the bus driver off and made him ride his ass until he came to a bus stop.

“Dickhead.” I chuckled and pointed toward McDonald’s. “There.”

The car bounced up the curb and Sin headed straight for the drive-through.

He cut off a vehicle, pulled up to the speaker post, and the lady in the car tooted her horn a few times.

He answered her by rolling down his window and flipping her off.

The woman was too stunned to speak, her mouth agape, and I wondered if she had false teeth.

“Sorry, but not sorry. Life or death situation…” Sin glanced over at me, and his tone turned into a babbling buffoon who talked to me as if I were a baby, “But someone had a hungry tummy.”

My curse filled the car.

The woman behind us reversed and sped out of the parking lot. Sin wouldn’t let the wisecrack go. He ordered a kid’s Happy Meal when I wanted a Big Mac Meal, and I slapped him upside the head.

We got up to the fast-food window and had to wait an entire five fucking minutes for our order. Sin hatched out a plan to ease my anxious mind while all I wanted to do in that exact moment was stuff my face. The food was terrible for the body, if I was being honest, but Mickey D’s was the shit.

Sin said, “We find Liv inside that fucking castle, extract our missing piece, and keep her out of danger.”

All hell would break loose, but that was the goal. Destruction was our middle name, and killing was our game. We were one step ahead of these assholes. They’d never see us coming. This was a walk in the park.

“Your order, sir.” A server handed Sin the takeout bag .

“Thanks,” Sin said.

I reached for the paper bag.

“Nope.” Sin popped the P and handed me a Happy Meal box. “This is for you.”

“Fuck off,” I grumbled and pushed the bite sized snack at him.

Sin laughed at me while I yanked the to-go bag from his hands and reached in for some french fries.

The fries were salty as shit and in dire need of some ketchup, but I didn’t have time for that luxury.

I grabbed the Big Mac, took two big bites, and the contents of the burger fell into my lap. Goddamn, I was a pig when I was hungry.

Sin left the parking lot, and he got back onto the street. He maintained a speed over the limit, and I didn’t argue because I was in a McDonald’s coma. The food cleared my head, and I was focused as fuck.

Sin chomped on the puny kids’ cheeseburger and took a long slurp of his Coke. He swallowed another bite and popped a fry into his mouth.

“Here…” Sin tossed me the kid’s toy wrapped in plastic. “Keep the toy.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious.” I flung that crap in the backseat.