IssacThe girls had walked out for a private chat. The two specimens Mouse had been using as play toys came out in nothing but low-slung jeans and rippling muscles. Damn was she one lucky girl. I glanced them over schooling my face from admitting I wanted to know just how large those packages were. A boy could dream, right? Sis better spill every fucking bean! And she would, once I got her talking in that chair it would be like a never-ending array of images I could savour. I just kept up with my pile of french toast to keep my hands busy, both men’s eyes darted to the door, they were silent yet they looked at each other and their facial expressions told a different story. Were they telepathic? Now I bet that was useful in the bedroom.When Mouse and Zoey came in and she approached them the big guy pulled her to him, his focus impeccable as he tilted her chin up to peer into her eyes. “Everything alright Ma Sha?” “Besides the obvious, yes,” he kissed her brow tenderly before envelo
WyattBri had been down there for hours as we paced Zoey’s apartment. She just watched us from her spot on the couch. She made sandwiches for lunch took a few downstairs and when we went to follow, she glared at us and we huffed when she implied that we would see her when she was ready.She brought up a box with clothes from Celeste and we changed and came dressed in leather pants, snug boots, and nothing more, Our hands held the accessories like they were snakes ready to bite us.“You said you would follow her to her revenge, it’s just a costume,” she drawled rolling her eyes. Beau and I shared glances and nodded at each other before we wrapped the black leather collars adorned with long chains around our necks and returned to pacing. A sharp pang in my heart alerted me to Bri’s distress but quickly eased, the only thing keeping me from barging downstairs. It was one thing being away from her knowing I’d soon return to her, it was a completely different one knowing we would soon be p
BeauWhen we came to the warehouse district where the floats were held Zoey started explaining all the preparations they had made for the parade and how everything would go down I just trailed Bri who had Wyatt’s Jacket slung over her shoulders. He pretended it was to protect her from the chill and not the roving eyes of all of New Orleans. She saw through him and placated him by not saying anything. Me, I was keeping my eye on her rear the way her bustle swayed and her tiny heels cracked. I wanted them digging into my shoulders while I pile drove into her. I didn’t get the point of this parade. It was some sort of statement I supposed but I just wanted my woman while I had her.When the floats started lining up Bri went to dump the jacket in Zoey’s car. “How am I supposed to get through this night knowing all of New Orleans has seen her like that?” Wyatt sighed, his eyes trained on her like a watchdog ready to lunge. Isaac who had a foe fur cape and a top hat on along with some pain
Prologue BriMy fingers brushed the smooth stone of the mausoleum. The tips traced the words of the machine-hewn inscription. Sabastian Piere La’ Blanc, Dutiful Husband, Leader, and Humanitarian. The symbol of the coven etched beneath it. A coven raised within New Orleans meshing the world of cajun hereditary witches with the deep roots of voodoo practitioners. My fingers traced the dates from his birth to the day life ended in 1994, ten achingly long years ago. He deserved to have a craftsman etching his stone crypt, not some effortless, heartless machine, chiseling out empty words void of empathy. The pads of my fingers caressed each chip in the stone,I felt he deserved. There was nothing in the inscription, to note the little girl he left behind after his death. The only soul who still visited his grave every weekend, placing flowers in the vases at the door. The only one who still mourned his insurmountable loss. There is nothing here
BriThose memories haunted my mind from the tender age of ten when my life had turned into a real-life nightmare. My mother was a whirlwind who only existed in my world if she expected something from me or had some unknown tick that I set off without even trying. I was often ducking as she heaved whatever was closest to her at my head using her tiny little gift of wind manipulation. Her real gift lay in whatever magic she had used on my father. Anytime she thought I stepped out of line, there was a special kind of torture waiting for me. She tried to coerce my abilities to the surface. Goading me to reveal all of what I was, yet I held it all back and in the safe place within me where no one could see. Holding onto my father’s warning I would lay in wait, for the moment I could get away. Her recruits into my father’s once harmonious coven were shady at best, seedy was more like it, giving me voyeur vibes and prickling my skin with unease. I constantly pushed the extent of my power’s
BriA few weeks laterI was in countdown mode as I walked through the halls towards my literature class. I was playing through the motions of starting the fall semester like any other student. I didn’t need the credits, all of my transcripts, important bank documents, a few of my father’s prized heirlooms I had managed to snatch out from under my mother’s nose, and estate files were in a safety deposit box under a fake name. To be protected. My brain was too preoccupied with timing and checking off lists to see Andrew swoop in front of me and pin me to the wall around the corner. Trent was with him acting like it was normal for his boyfriend to pin random girls to the wall while staring at a billboard pretending to read it. We were directly under a camera. Zoe and I had mapped this place out and I knew all the angles of escape from their overseeing eyes. This was purposeful.Andrew didn’t want the binding, he and Trent were a known item. Trent didn’t know the extent of anything just th
BriA few hours later I ducked into the backroom of the coffee shop where I worked. I didn’t need to work there, I had enough deposited into accounts to keep myself stable for years, but my mother and the group couldn’t say no as things had to appear normal. To be honest it was the most normal thing in my existence. The feel and vibe of the place kept my magic subdued and the pot was an added perk. It was for my sanity. Maggie, my boss, sat in a chic fringe chair, with her legs propped up on her messy desk, pulling a joint from her lips she smiled holding in the smoke, and held it out in offering. I walked across the room and took it gratefully. One inhale and it felt like melding closer to earth which I craved. Passing it back I held in the smoke until my lungs burned, letting it out a haggard cough escaped me that nearly choked me. “What's with you today?” She eyed me. I had taken that hit rather aggressively I supposed. I perched on her desk. I still kept my eyes cast down but I shr
Bri“Hey, Mags?” I said with a heavy heart, as I wiped down a table after closing. She scowled at my tone, holding a finger up. She disappeared into the office coming back with a pipe. I sighed. Was I going to risk going home high? I was never sure who may be there or when someone would show up at the house, my family home, I had to maintain absolute control, but tonight I wouldn’t care. I plopped my ass in a chair and motioned for her to sit. She handed me the lighter and bowl, which I took from her. “You know how I've told you we are the same but different?” I said in a whisper of a tone, placing my finger over my lips and pointing to my ear, looking around in hopes she understood I meant to be vague. “I'm aware at this point Bri,” Maggie admitted. I sighed taking a hit. I exhaled and looked at her, the magic languidly rose within me, resting at the surface, which I chose to allow her to see. She deserved for me to be honest. Her eyes widened but she simply nodded before letting out