Page 49 of Sinful Secrets

“Jesus fucking Christ, what is this shit?” Rubble states with his T-shirt pulled over his nose. “Come, brother, nothing we can do here, let’s get the fuck out of here,” he adds. I nod and follow him out. Those bodies will haunt me for the rest of my damn life.

Hearing noises coming from a room up ahead, I don’t hold back this time, these sick fucks need putting down. I kick the door open to see an older guy getting rammed from behind by a younger guy. Rubble shuts the door behind us, locking it. They both freeze, staring at us stunned. I smirk.

“Well, I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting to see this tonight. Now, if you don’t mind, both sit the fuck down on the bed and cover yourselves up,” I order.

They don’t move, the older guy’s eyes flicker to the side of the table to a gun lying there along with his cell. I grab it and pocket both. “Now, I said fucking move it. I have to say, brother, it’s good to see religion has progressed. Love is love, right? Who has the right to say who you can and can’t fuck,” Rubble rants.

I look to him and roll my eyes. “Really? You're going there now? It ain’t never gonna be okay for you and Serena.”

He shrugs. “Fine.”

Both guys now sit on the bed, eyes on us, and the youngest looks scared. So, he will be the one to crack. “So, you like older guys? Good for you. Now I'm going to have a wild guess here and say that no one knows about your little love affair,” I state, watching their reactions. The younger one swallows nervously, looking to his partner for help. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. So, here’s the thing, we aren’t here to kill you all, we are here to only kill some of you, but we need to find the right people and that is where you guys come in.” The older one looks at us in disgust. He's going to fight us.

“Wow, you seen some of this shit?” Rubble interrupts, looking through the side table draw. He pulls out various sex toys and little packets of drugs. He tuts. “Damn, you guys know how to party.”

“Brother, you're getting off topic,” I point out. He holds his hands up, apologising.

“Now, as I was saying, my woman came from here and she wasn’t treated very nicely at all. In fact, the way she was treated would land someone in jail for a really long time, or when dealing with us, death. Anyway, I want the people responsible for it and you’re going to tell me where I can find them.”

“Talitha,” the young one whispers.

The older guy hits him. “Shut up, you moron,” he spits angrily.

“But she is your daughter, they may spare our lives.” I immediately ignore the younger one. My anger flares that this is the man that stood by and watched his daughter be tortured, he stood by while his daughter was raped. I don’t think, I act. I lunge for him and drag him to the floor. Sitting astride him, I hit him over and over, so hard my knuckles split but I don’t care about that. He doesn’t fight me or try and resist, and a loud crack rings out as his nose shatters.

Rubble pulls me off of him. “Easy, brother, we will take him with us and you can finish him off there.” I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

Rubble takes Talitha’s father and ties him to the bedpost before turning to the younger guy. “You have any idea what this place does to women? To young girls?” he asks.

He shakes his head, his eyes darting back and forth between Rubble and me. “I swear to our Lord, I have no idea. I live with my family out there, I only come in here to, well, you know,” he explains.

“Let him go,” I tell Rubble then turn to the guy. “You squeal and tell anyone about us being here, we will find you and we kill you and your family, understand?”

The guy nods, and I open the door and gesture for him to leave. He doesn’t need any further convincing as he bolts out of the room, not even looking back at Talitha’s father. I smirk. “We will be back for you, old man.” Rubble gags him and we leave, shutting the door behind us.

“You good?” Rubble asks.

I nod. “One down, two more to go.”

We walk into what I'm guessing is the main hall, meeting Rip, Mammoth and Hit. “Found Talitha’s father, he's tied up down the hall. You found any of the others yet?” I ask, and Rip shakes his head.

“For such an organised cult that has the power it does, do you not think this is all a little too easy?” Hit asks.

He is right, it’s too quiet. The lights suddenly come on, making us squint. I don’t have to see to know we are suddenly surrounded, the sound of guns being cocked, and I'm certain they are aimed at us.

“Well, isn’t this just a lovely surprise.” A guy standing on the stage above walks out, and I immediately recognise him as the one who shot me.

“Fucking kid ratted us out,” Rubble growls.

My eyes land on the other figure that walks out, standing next to the cock sucker that shot me. “No, it fucking wasn’t him,” I seethe.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Rip growls angrily. “You’ve made a big mistake, I will fucking gut you,” Rip threatens. All the brothers are seething, they want blood.

“I don’t think so, Pres,” Golem states, smiling. He walks down towards us. “You all treated me like shit, like I was your little fucking maid, running errands. Fuck, looking after the women and kids like a little bitch,” he yells. “But here, here I'm treated with the damn respect that I deserve. Here I am fucking worshiped, people listen to me,” he rants.

“It’s the fucking big goggley eyes, should have known by them. Like looking at and trusting a frog. Should have called him Kermit because he's a muppet!” Hit laughs and we all laugh with him.

Golem twitches, getting annoyed that we aren’t taking him seriously. “Don’t you dare mock me! I have the power over you now, not the other way around,” he screeches.

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