Page 120 of Their Will be Done

Even though I just want to run out of here with my hands over my ears.

Because even now, after I’d yelled at Gabriel and told him I believed the Brotherhood…I don’twantto be on their side. I want to be onmyside. I want to live in a Utopia where there’s no such thing as pedophiles and sex trafficking and men with psychological issues caused by the kind of trauma normal people can’t even wrap their heads around.

I guess that stopped being an option after Lucifer was thrown out of heaven. Not that I ever believed in God and the Devil. It sounds like a story used to drive home common sense in a world where it’s somehow not obvious that you should love thy neighbor.

But after meeting the Brotherhood?

I don’t know if I can affordnotto believe.

“What was inside it? What—?” I swallow hard to dislodge the knot from my throat. “What was he hiding?”

“We don’t know,” Reuben says.

His hand is on my shoulder too, now. Warm and big compared to Cass’s smaller, cooler hand. But both grip me equally tight. Both hold me just as firmly in place.

“It needs a password,” Zachary says. My eyes flicker to him as he steps closer.

Now that I’m surrounded by three of the four brothers, the room isn’t that cold anymore. Apollo stands a little way off still, watching.

“I’m running a decryption program on it, but unless I get my hands on a server farm or some shit, it could take months to crack.”

“So you don’t know,” I say, and the words come out with a laugh of relief. “It could be anything.”

The hands on my shoulders tighten. Cass begins stroking the side of my neck with his pinkie finger.

Zachary takes my chin, but almost gently this time, tipping my head up. “We don’t have to know what it says to know it’s what we want. What we’ve been looking for.”

I grab his wrist and slowly, carefully, pull his hand away from my face. “Gabriel’s not perfect.” I nod a little, glancing at each of them, even the two standing behind me. “But neither are any of us. We’re all sinners, right?” I face Zachary again. “What if it’s all in your head? Maybe it’s time you stopped looking for ghosts in the shadows.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, I know it was the wrong thing to say.

Zachary twists his hand, grabbing my wrist and tugging it down.

Before I can pull away, he’s forcing me to grab his hard cock right through his jeans, his fingers folding over mine. He makes me squeeze him, and that only makes him harden even more.

“Does that feel real to you?” he says.

I try to pull away, but he just grips me tighter. I can feel him pulsing beneath my hand.

“Stop,” I whisper.

“Never,” he says, his lips peeling back in a snarl. “We’ll never stop. Not for you, not for Gabriel. No one can stop us, Trinity.”

He presses against me, sandwiching me between him and the men behind me. Apollo stalks closer, for once not looking like he finds anything about this situation remotely humorous.

“Not even your father.”

* * *

I can’t fightone of them. Definitely not four. Begging has proved useless. So, instead, I scream.

But that just makes them laugh.

And then everything goes to shit.

Reuben’s hand slips around the front of my throat. The other, around my waist. He drags me over the floor and sits on the couch, pulling me onto his lap.

When I try and kick his shins, he wraps his legs around mine, pinning them to the couch.

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