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“Yes,” I whisper.
He pulls at his beard now, clearly conflicted about the idea. “I don’t know, Tink, it’s dangerous. Forcing people to remember can cause permanent damage. Things can go very wrong, not to mention, Sinn has been doing this a long time. I trust him to help her.”
“You haven’t seen him and the way he’s been acting this past week like I have. You don’t understand. Everything is different with this one and I’m worried who Sinn will become if he stays on this destructive path.”
What I don’t say is that I don’t give one single fuck if it’s dangerous or causes any damage. In fact, I hope it fucking does. I hope she gets and stays fucked up from the gold dust and Sinn loses any and all interest in the bitch.
“I need to see for myself before I agree. I’ll make this transport and be back tomorrow night. I’ll come to Sinful Delights and decide after I’ve talked to Sinn.”
I sigh in frustration but it’s better than a flat-outno. “Fine.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow night. Until then, behave, Tink,” he lectures.
I put my hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll be on my best behavior, cross my heart andhopeto die.”
“You’re impossible,” he says, as he shakes his head and walks away, leaving me standing alone on the dark, empty beach.
I linger for another few minutes, contemplating everything that’s happened tonight and in the past week. Am I really just being jealous? No. I’ve seen Sinn with multiple women and, although it does fucking hurt like a motherfucker, I’ve never really been concerned. Not like I am now. Whether Hook believes me or not, thisisdifferent.
And I’m not going to let some ignorant bitch change him.
I’m not going to let her take him away from me.
Sinn
Middle of the Night by Loveless
She didn’t come to the bar last night. I was a mess of anxiety and fucking disappointment. Not to mention ager. At myself. I did this. I showed her a glimpse of the monster and she couldn’t handle it. It doesn’t matter how much bravado you think you have, thinking one thing and seeing it, no…experiencingit, is an entirely different ballgame.
I hurt her.
That’s the only thought that kept crossing my mind watching the minutes tick by slower than a turtle walking through molasses as I waited for her to show up. I finally gave up after closing and went to the penthouse but all I did there was more fucking sulking. Like Wendee, I’ve never been a good sleeper and last night I didn’t even attempt it. I tried to pick up a book and read, to get lost in someone else’s story, but I couldn’t focus on the words in front of me. I kept reading and rereading the same lines, over and over, and I still couldn’t process them.
Wendee.
She’s the only thing that’s been on my mind for far too long and now I’ve fucking ruined everything. I ruined her. I might as well continue the ruination. I step out of the elevator and emerge from the hallway to see Tink behind the bar, prepping for another busy night.
“I’m going to Salvation Lights,” I announce gruffly.
Tink looks up at me, her hazel eyes reflecting everything I want Wendee’s to reflect. I know how she feels about me. She thinks she does a good job at hiding it, at acting tougher than she really is, but I know her truth. Shethinksshe knows mine. But just like Wendee, she doesn’t. She’s never experienced the beast inside of me first-hand. No one who does ever comes back for seconds.
“Will you be there all night?” Tink asks, her nonchalant attitude is a smokescreen I see through easily.
“I don’t fucking know, Tink. I’ll be there as long as I feel is necessary.”
I know she’s only asking because she wants me near her always. Because she likes to keep an eye on me and see exactly what I’m doing. Because she’s fucking jealous. But I fucking hate being questioned and she knows that, too.
I head out of one bar and cross the quiet street to another. Unlike Sinful Delights, Salvation Lights is practically glowing. The neon sign above the door is large and bright, illuminating the golden doors and the sidewalk below. In less than an hour, the streets will be buzzing with people and both Salvation Lights and Sinful Delights will start to fill up for a night of…fun.
I pull open the doors to Salvation and step inside. It’s the exact same layout as Sinful except flipped. The booth I sit in is on the right and the DJ booth is on the left with the bar straight ahead. It’s also full of bright lights, gold and white everywhere, very elegant and…clean. There are no dark corners or shadows to hide in here. No debauchery. It’s uptight and boring.
Since I’m feeling more devious than normal, I’m on a mission to see how many poor unsuspecting souls I can turn to the dark side tonight. How many goodie-two-shoes can I convince to give into their
dark desires?
“Hey, Boss,” the twin brothers behind the bar echo in unison as I approach.
“The usual?” Michael asks. I nod. He then turns and nods to John, who busies himself getting my drink.
