Page 44 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Saint

O kay. I fucked up, and Sin was furious.

Flames of anger burned in his eyes that could set fire to this entire building while we all went up in smoke.

My ass would be ashes, but I was sure that was what he’d hope for.

My charred remains would be all Liv could grieve over, and he’d be the only shoulder to cry on.

Shit. I had to fix this mess. Fast.

“Listen. I’m sorry, man,” I apologized after Liv left our side and the woman from the front desk escorted us in the opposite direction of our girl. “I didn’t think. I screwed up.”

“No shit,” Sin grumbled, clearly fired up, walking faster.

“I got overly excited. Caught up in the fucking moment. When she asked who the appointment was for, the name spit right out like diarrhea of the mouth.” I speed walked beside Sin and tried to explain my mistake to him.

“Liv Sullivan came out, and goddamn, it sounded good. Our names together. Forever.”

Shit. Fucking shit. Christ. I was a shitty best friend.

“Yeah? But mine is missing.” Sin stopped and flicked me on the forehead. “Did you even think about that?”

I answered truthfully and shook my head. “No?”

Sin rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated by my response, and made a one-eighty away from the unnatural blond.

We went back to the room Liv was in, and Sin moved quickly.

I followed behind, hot on his trail, and we lost her, but that wasn’t the first time.

She had vanished while our minor incident took place that I had to fucking fix.

We snuck back to room 106. Our backs were flat against the wall, and the tension was high in the air. It was shaped as a goddamn blade and thick as blood after the knife sliced. I could choke on the strain between us.

Sin tapped me on the shoulder and pointed toward the corner. He signaled for me to take a peek around the wall. I did. There was a fucker there with enormous hands. Fuck. I should’ve been more specific and requested a woman. No way would some large motherfucker touch our girl.

I mouthed at Sin, “I got him.”

Even though we were at odds for the time being because of my stupidity, we had a mission to complete.

Take out Liv’s massage therapist and hijack her appointment.

We’d disguise ourselves, being the only ones to lay hands on her while concealing our identity and trying our damn best not to blow it while Liv lay there naked under a towel.

Jesus Christ.

This plan was too bad it was good.

I glanced out a second time; the asshole’s back was to me, and I made my move. This was my shot before he walked into her fucking room and touched what didn’t belong to him. I went forward, out of hiding, but I heard footsteps.

Shit. Retreat!

“Hey, Leo. Have you seen two bigger guys come this way?” Blondie. She was back and searching for us. “They were with the client in 106, and I can’t find them anywhere.”

Fuck.

“Nope. Haven’t seen them,” Leo answered.

We were silent killers, creatures of the night. No one could stop us when we set our minds on a mission, and we’d see this one through without a single flaw. Not even Leo would stand in our way.

“Hm, strange. I’ll keep looking.” She tapped her heels against the floor. “Maybe they found their way back outside.”

“Maybe,” Leo said.

The footsteps stopped. “Oh, I put extra oil in for your client.”

“In room 106?” Leo asked.

“Yes. Her husband explained she was pretty tense.”

Sin shot me a glare.

“Husband?” Sin mouthed at me.

Fuck. Lady. Shut up! I wanted to rip her damn hair out and listen to her scream. She made everything worse.

I closed my eyes and gently banged the back of my head against the wall. We didn’t want Leo lubing up Liv at all, and now there was extra oil added into this fucked-up mess. No way. Not today.

“Thanks!” Leo called out to her.

Her heels clicked along the floor until they were gone.

I heard the shuffle of shoes. Time to take another peek. Yes. The coast was clear. Show time.

Leo reached for the door handle of room 106.

Oh, no you don’ t, Leonardo.

Quickly, I leaped into action. My feet moved silently below me, my arm reaching out; I was as quiet as a fucking mouse. I wrapped my forearm around the fucker’s neck and locked him in tight. He was as snug as a damn bug until it was nighty-night time for poor Leo.

Leo slumped down to the floor, and I followed him. I took him by the arms and Sin opened a door to another room, where I lifted him onto the couch. He was going to have a snooze for the rest of his shift, and I tucked him in with a blanket over his unconscious body.

Poor Leo was lucky. I could’ve killed him for wanting to step foot into our girl’s room and touch her when she clearly belonged to us. We walked into the Bliss Bar with her, and we’d most certainly leave with her, nobody else.

Suddenly, Sin grabbed me by the shirt and pushed me up against the wall. His eyes turned dark, angry, and mean as fuck. He wanted to hurt me, and he had every right to because I had messed up.

“I know you’re pissed,” I expressed with my hands up. “But I will not fight my best friend.”

“Why not? You started this.” Hot whiskey breath hit my face.

“I did, but man, it’s morning. Isn’t it too early to be drinking?” I asked .

Sin groaned, irritated with me.

“It’s midnight somewhere,” he replied.

Sin headbutt me in the forehead.

“ Ouch. Okay. I deserved that.” I winced in pain and saw some goddamn black dots.

“Don’t you ever declare yourself Liv’s husband without including me again,” Sin warned as his teeth clenched, and he stared me straight in the eyes. “She’s ours. Together. Never apart. We will be her husbands soon.”

“Okay. Okay.” I breathed hard and held his hands until his death grip loosened on my shirt. “Liv Sullivan Cruz. I like the sound of that.”

“No. Liv Cruz Sullivan,” Sin argued.

I nodded my head. “Okay. I owe you that.”

“Damn right you do after the stunt you pulled out of your ass,” Sin grumbled as he released me and fixed my shirt. “The biggest mistake of your fucking life.”

“I’m sorry, man.” I held out a hand to Sin. “No hard feelings?”

Sin received the gesture. “No, sweat.”

Shit. Sin had me sweating like a damn pig.

I joked to lighten the mood. “For the record, I could’ve taken you.”

Sin chuckled, “Not before I fucked you up.”

Point taken. We’d be even. There’d be a tiebreaker to settle the match between two lovesick motherfuckers obsessed with the same girl.

I stared at Sin. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Sin answered with a mischievous grin. “Let’s go please our girl.”