Page 50 of Sinful Secrets

Rip leans forwards a little, cupping his ear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear through my laughter, what is it you said?” I hold back my smile, as do the brothers, knowing exactly what Rip is doing. Golem tugs on his hair and growls. He steps closer to Rip.

“I said I––” He doesn’t get to finish what he says as Rip grabs hold of him, his arm wrapped tightly around his neck, making Golem’s face turn red as he fights to breathe. “You fools. Asher, give the order kill them,” he wheezes.

We look to Asher on the stage and he just shrugs and smiles. Rip smiles. “You have served your purpose to them; they don’t give a shit about you. This isn’t a brotherhood like the Satan’s, you chose wrongly, you turned your back on the only people that would have always had yours,” Rip states as he moves his arm, holding Golem’s head back as he brings his blade slowly across his throat. Blood pours from his throat as he gargles to try and breathe. Rip drops him to the floor and spits on him. “Fucking traitor!” he roars.

Asher starts clapping and walks towards us. “Bravo, I like that you don’t waste any time playing with him. You just cut and get rid of anyone that crosses you or stands in your way. I wish I could do the same, but I just can’t help myself, I like to play first.” He smiles.

With that, Talitha’s father and another old guy in robes are dragged out on stage. “See, I have been waiting, biding my time, playing the long game, if you will. See Father Isiah up there? I have to follow his rules and pretend to be the little bitch, when in reality, I am the one that should be leading, I am the one that will become Father Asher,” he states and clicks his fingers. One of the gunmen shoots Father Isiah in the head and his body falls the floor. He clicks his finger again and the same happens to Talitha’s father. He holds his arms out wide and smiles, taking a deep inhale. “Finally.”

“Okay, I will ask, why wait?” Mammoth questions. I look at Asher, my fist clenched tight, wanting to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze the fucking life out of him.

“He is going to pin their deaths on us, so the people will believe him. So the people will still follow him and think he's this almighty leader when he presents us as prisoners,” I state. His gaze comes to mine and he smiles.

“See, he's got it. Now I see why Talitha liked you. That was something that I didn’t plan though. You outsmarted me there, I was sure you would arrive, try and take her then we would intercept you, but I underestimated you. I will get her back after I have killed all of you. She was the only one perfect enough to stand by my side. Beautiful, willing and she obeyed. Well, she did until you disgusting lot got your hands on her,” he snaps.

I lunge for him, but Rubble is quick to grab me and holds me back. Asher laughs, throwing his head back. “I know, her pussy is that good. Just divine,” he goads me again. Anger and rage pump through my veins. I will kill him, even if it’s the last thing that I do.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Khan

“So, what’s the plan now?” Mammoth asks from the other side of the cell, each one of us chained to the walls. They brought us here straight after, chained us up then gave each one of us lashings. We fought them, but we were outnumbered, five to one.

“Well, I am thinking of going for a walk then maybe I’ll go to the cinema and watch a movie,” I joke, making them snort back their laughter.

“Dreads will realise we ain’t there, even if he doesn’t get us out of here, he will rally the other chapters that will,” Rip states.

“The women will be going out of their fucking minds.” Hit sighs, shaking his head.

The door opens and guards walk in and unchain us from the walls. They lead us out of the cell and down the hall, the clunking of our chains echoing off the walls. “Fuck me, anyone else feel like we’re on death row?” I laugh and so do the brothers.

“Dead men walking!” Mammoth yells.

The guards hit us to shut us up, but we are past giving a shit. Rubble starts singing Jailhouse Rock. We all join in, and the guards try to control us, but there are forgetting we are not afraid of them or afraid of dying. We are pushed and shoved and ushered out onto a stage, stumbling as we trip over our chains.

We look up to see the room filled with the followers. Asher looks on at his guards, annoyed that they couldn’t keep us in line. Rubble leans in. “Dude, there are some hot chicks in the crowd.” I look to him and raise an eyebrow in question. “What?” He shrugs. “Y’all tell me to stay away from Serena then I'm keeping my options open,” he adds.

“My people, at the loss of our beloved Father Isiah, I have the men responsible here, for you. They will be punished for what they have done, and they will burn in hell for eternity. Your prayers cannot save them, they are beyond saving.”

“Man, my mother says the same thing to me all the damn time.” Rip winks, pissing Asher off even more.

He ignores Rip and gestures for the curtain to be pulled back, revealing Gallows.

“Shit’s about to get very real, brothers,” Mammoth mutters.

We are ushered one by one to the Gallows, and I am pushed to go first. Asher’s eyes alight at the thought of me dying. I look to my brothers as the noose is placed over my head, their jaws tight, and their gazes turning murderous. One thing I have noticed is the people that apparently love their Lord don’t look happy, they look scared. There are young kids in the crowd, he's a sick fucking bastard.

They try to move forward to stop it but are halted by the guards aiming their guns in their face. “Any last words? Any prayers of forgiveness?” Asher asks.

“Yeah, you're a sick son of a bitch and you will fucking die.” I smile. His face turns a very pissed off red. He flicks his wrist and the floor beneath me gives out. The rope burns at my neck. I try and fight it as I struggle to breathe. As I hang there, seconds pass and my vision starts to go.

“No you fucking don’t!” I hear Mammoth yell. He jumps, grabbing my legs and holding me up. I cough and wheeze, my lungs burning as I try drawing in oxygen. There are screams from the people below. Mammoth hands me a blade and I reach up and cut the rope, stumbling on my feet. “You good brother?” he asks. I nod and throw the noose off my neck. I look to Rip and the others, freeing themselves from the chains. Mammoth points and my gaze follows. Blocking every exit is Dreads men.

“How the fuck did you get out of the damn chains so easily?” I ask Mammoth. He laughs.

“Fuckers didn’t do them up properly, they don’t fit around my wrists and ankles. Played along until I couldn’t play along anymore,” he says, clasping me on the shoulder.

“Well thank fuck for your giant ass.” I cough, still trying to catch my breath.

---