Page 6 of Their Will be Done

Fuck.

A tiny moan escapes my lips. I’m so close I can almost—

There’s a knock on the bathroom door.

“Trinity?”

I gasp and flinch away from my throbbing clit. Reuben’s deep voice sends a tremble through me that congregates deep in my belly.

“I’m done!” I call out in a cracked voice. “Be out in a sec.”

He says nothing, but I can imagine him frowning at the door, perhaps considering coming in to make sure I’m okay.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I’ve never considered what type of guy I would like—honestly, I’ve never met enough for that to ever have been a consideration, but out of all Zach’s brothers, Reuben strikes me as the sanest. Sure, he’s a bit hot and heavy with his bible, but on him that kind of zealous fervor seems pure and right.

Maybe because that’s the only kind of crazy I understand.

I rinse, turn off the faucet, and dart out of the shower to grab a towel and wrap it around me.

After I’ve dried off and draped Reuben’s rosary around my neck, I slip into one of my own dresses. Mom would have thrown this one out a long time ago, but I’d kept it because it was the prettiest thing she’d ever bought me.

Father wasn’t always a priest. They married young, and tried for years to have a child. Father eventually turned to religion, expecting answers from God for why Mom kept having miscarriages. I guess they ultimately found their answer, because a year or two after my father joined the clergy, Mom became pregnant with me and carried to full term.

She bought this for my sixteenth birthday, but I never got to wear it. The moment my father saw it on me, he sent me back to my room to change.

They had a huge fight that night, and Father left without bothering to stay around for cake.

The cream-colored dress has lace at the bosom and on the hem, and because she always bought everything at least a size too big, I’d grown into it since I last wore it. I’d put it on when they were sleeping and twirl around in front of the mirror, pretending I was just like all the other girls I saw in church, or walking down the street. Girls whose parents let them wear makeup and jewelry and high heels.

I don’t have heels, but this dress doesn’t need them. It comes mid-thigh and clings to me like a second skin. I saunter out of the bathroom all casual like, pretending to focus on untangling my hair as if I wear stuff like this every day, even when my heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest.

Reuben is busy texting on his phone. He glances up at me as I walk across the room. My stomach somersaults at his double take.

“Ready?” he asks. I nod, keeping my eyes away from him in an attempt to cool down my cheeks.

It doesn’t help, of course, but I have no right to complain. I know this dress is trouble—that’s why I chose it.

While I’d been rifling around in my closet wondering what clothing best suited a date with the devil—or four of them, in this case—I’d realized something.

They’ve been controlling me like a puppet. They wanted me gone so they bullied me. And if I’d had a choice, I’d have left. They want to turn me against Father Gabriel, and expectmeto prove that he’s not a pedophile.

I guess alcohol does put hair on your chest, because I’m done being their marionette doll.

I’m wearing this dress because that means Zach’s brothers—and hopefully Zachary himself—will be so distracted that, for once, I’ll have the upper hand.

It’s not the best plan, but it’saplan.

What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Four

Trinity

When the Brotherhood had invited me over, I’d expected to meet them somewhere inside the dorms. I get that they can’t be seen together or it would blow their cover, but I didn’t realize we’d be going back to their man cave.

I’m sitting in Zachary’s wooden chair. It’s hard and too high—my feet dangle unless I point and touch my toes to the carpet. The guys are sitting on the big sofa staring at me like they can’t decide whether to kill me or fuck me.

Apollo just makes Reuben look even brawnier by comparison, especially since Reuben’s biceps are almost bulging out of his t-shirt.

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