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“He better be in there. I plan to commit patricide,” Zeke mumbles under his breath, as he yanks out one of his guns tocheck the chamber, but I hear him, and it brings on a chuckle. “You’ll have to get to him first then, ’cause I mean to slit his throat, and feed him his shriveled cock.” A gruff cackle has me turning around, and admiring Abe once more. “You two will have to beat me to him. I’m hunting giant Noah turd prey. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure to rip off his head and gift it to you.”

My mouth opens and closes with shock at Abe’s statement. Never mind that I don’t know which one of us it was actually directed to. I’m positive that if Abe encounters Noah Rothesay before Zeke or I do, he will do exactly what he’s claiming he will. Fuck, the unhinged bastard might even mount it like a monstrous trophy on one of our walls. “Just save his cock, so that Dinah can shove it down his throat,” Zeke replies, to the groans of the various males in the van with us. Great, it’s a competition to see who finds him first now. I love a good game of hide and seek, except ours will be a little different, since Noah is not making it out of this one.

The vehicle comes to a stop, almost knocking me off my feet as I raise my hands to the ceiling to brace myself, and my injured shoulder immediately protests the movement with a sharp, shooting pain. Strong hands brace my legs, holding me firm, and ensuring I don’t fall. I glance down and meet Zeke’s intense eyes, and he mouths,“I love you”to me. I don’t say it back, refusing to acknowledge that this might be the end for us. No, I’ll say it when we are done with this grim task, and have returned to some semblance of safety, and I can lie in his and Abe’s arms, as we all remind each other that we are still alive.

The back doors of the van slide open, revealing the darkening sky to our glances. The clouds overhead look ominous, as if they too know that blood is about to be shed. The first couple of rebels slide out, ready to attack, followed by Abe, who has to duck down not to hit his head in the cramped space, and stops before exiting the van. “Happy hunting, Atasi.” He yanks me towardshim, and his lips slam down on mine for a brief, hungry kiss, before he’s gone without a backward glance. “Motherfucker, he’ll pay for that,” Zeke growls, as he too climbs out and reaches back for me. “What?” I question with amusement as my boots hit the dirt. “He didn’t fucking kiss me goodbye. When we get back, I’m going to tan his ass with my belt.”Oh my God, these two are insane.

Rapid gunfire erupts all around us as the remaining rebels take position, and engage the enemy. I pull out my gun and search for my first target.Here we fucking go.Let’s hope we are all alive at the end of this.

“Hey, Atasi,” Abe shouts from forty feet away, and motions with his fingers that he’s already taken out two of the enemy. I roll my eyes, but can’t stop the satisfaction and blood lust from rising within me. I love a fucking challenge. “Game on, Abe!” I yell back, and run into the chaos with Zeke on my heels.

Chapter twenty-two

The Liar

Abe

Iwatch Atasi from the corner of my eye from a distance, as I shoot another of Noah’s minions in the head, as she goes toe to toe with one of his men. This is the fifth or sixth, I believe, that she’s killed at close range. My little psychopath enjoys getting up close and personal with them before she takes their lives, and sends them as an offering to the devil. My glance briefly strays to Zeke, as he brings another guard down who’s trying to sneak up on Dinah from the rear. I know they can both handle themselves, so that’s not where my apprehension is coming from. Something feels very wrong and set up about this whole thing. It all seems too easy, and my intuition is telling me to protect my lovers, and myself. How quickly my mother was able to locate Noah, despite us searching for him before David’s trap, and after. How readily she provided us with troops and weapons, to go on this murder spree, and how calm she was about us killing one of the men who had abused her for years, after her display of unhinged behavior when she killed my father. She didn’t even blink when Dinah told her she would tear Noah limb from limb, and leave him as a warning to the remaining Brotherhood. Despite all my misgivings, Dinah refuses to listen, or take my fears seriously.

Ever since my mother conveniently came to our rescue at the ceremony, she’s been detached and evasive. Going out of her way not to remain in a room alone with any of us, but especially with me. She refuses to answer any of our questions about how long she knew David was playing for the other side, or evenjustify how she obtained that information. When it was pointed out that she was the one who made the original introduction to David, and the rebels, she just shrugged it off, to my annoyance. It’s as if we were small children who couldn’t understand how the world really works. Despite all the red flags, I do believe that she didn’t know about Dinah’s father being alive, and playing the role of the Holy Father all these years. Everything else, however, is suspect. A part of me hopes that I won’t have to murder my last remaining parent for betraying us, but let’s just say I’m not holding my breath.

“Fucking hell, Abe! Pay fucking attention, and get your head out of your ass!” Zeke yells at me as I take a punch to my cheekbone, because I was distracted with my thoughts, and not alert to the fucker attacking me. I shake off the buzzing in my head, and grip the cunt by the throat, crushing his windpipe, and watch as he chokes to death on his own saliva, and lack of oxygen. The panicked look in his eyes brings me savage satisfaction, and before I know it, my cock is swelling inside my pants rather inconveniently. “Abe!” Dinah’s voice excitedly yells, and I have to focus my blurry vision, and my straying mind, and search for her in the chaos surrounding us. When I locate her, she’s got blood splattered all over her face, her dark gray-blue eyes shine with an unhinged light, and she looks radiant. She resembles a triumphant goddess of war, walking amongst mere mortals, who are not worthy to be in her presence. If I thought my cock was getting hard before, just getting a glimpse of her ensures that it’s granite now. She shows me both of her bloodstained hands, lifting her fingers to display a count of eight, and I want to march over to her and fall to my sinner’s knees, to worship her.

Eight?Fuck, I’m going to have to catch up quickly. “Knock that shit off, Snow, we aren’t fooling around here, and this isn’t a competition,” Zeke growls, as he slashes with a blade at theguy in front of him. Good old Zeke, always so fucking serious. He really needs to lighten up a bit. Maybe if I shove my cock in his ass, lubed up with the blood of our enemies, he will. “Says you, I’m ready to play any game Atasi wants, and I’ll fucking win too!” I drop my grip on the guy’s throat, and he falls to the hard-packed dirt with a thud. I quickly move on to the next one ready to attack me. “Anyone got eyes on Noah?” I demand as I send another one to meet his ancestors in the afterlife, and grin savagely at a scowling Dinah. Where the fuck are all these guards coming from? There are too many just to be Noah’s personal guard, and I haven’t laid eyes on his‘Thing One’and‘Thing Two’yet. Those maggots are hiding here somewhere, ready to attack Zeke and me.

“Abe! Zeke! I’m pushing ahead to the interior. I want to find that asshole before he disappears,” Dinah yells, and runs into the mass of brawling bodies closest to the entrance of the abandoned residence Noah’s apparently been holed up in, without a backward glance. “ATASI, FUCKING WAIT!” I yell, but it’s no use. She’s already lost in the crowd, and Zeke is still dealing with a moron hell-bent on dying at his feet. Zeke briefly lifts his gaze in my direction, and I see the apprehension in the deep forest green depths of his eyes. “Go after her, and protect her, Abe.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I take off running after my reckless, bloodthirsty love, pushing bodies out of the way, as I lose sight of her dark tresses. I come to a halt at the smashed wooden door that leads inside the shuttered residence, and cautiously look around for someone lying in wait, or a trap. This used to be Zeke’s grandparents’ house when they were still alive. Jacob Rothesay was a pioneer of the Brotherhood, helping it to amass power and wealth, and take over the world. The psychotic fucker died of old age, instead of a bullet to the head. So many could have been spared so much suffering, if the world hadn’tbelieved all the lies these repugnant men told, and instead rose up against their tyranny and greed. Good men stood by, while corrupt men took the reins of society. Gabriel was a good man, and he might still have been alive if Zeke and I had stood with him, when he tried to bring change to the Order. Then again, we might have suffered the same fate, then what would have happened to Dinah? Who would be here to protect her now?

I step forward, my weapon ready to shoot anyone who crosses my path. A noise to the right captures my attention, and I inch along the wall, keeping my back pressed against it, to ensure no one can come up behind me and surprise me. “Where is Noah Rothesay?” Dinah’s cold voice demands, and my gaze follows the length of her hand, to where she’s pointing her gun at none other than Michael, otherwise known asThing Two. This fucker always had a hard-on for getting in Zeke’s face at Noah’s behest. I’ve wanted to kill, and dismember the asshole for years, leaving his body for wild animals to consume, so there would be nothing left of him to soil the earth with. Noah, the cunt, always protected him from that fate, but he’s not here now, and I plan to get my way. “Why the fuck should I tell you that,whore? You’re gonna kill me anyway.“ He scowls back at Dinah as blood trickles from his busted mouth, and down his swarthy double chin. He looks disheveled and unwashed, as if he’s just crawled out of a rat hole to try to escape. She strikes forward with her booted foot, landing a blow to his side, and causing the air to wheeze out of him.That’s it, baby! You show him who’s boss!“You’re right, I am, but how quickly and painfully you die is up for negotiation. Tell me where that cunt is, and I’ll slit your throat quickly, and leave your tiny cock still attached, instead of stuffed down your miserable throat.”

“Fuck... you...whore,“ Michael pants as he spits blood in Dinah’s direction. Anger flows through me at his show of disrespect, and I prowl forward, ready to make him swallow hisdamn tongue. “Wrong answer,” Dinah screams and shoots him in the shoulder. He shrieks and grasps the bleeding appendage, collapsing to the floor and writhing in pain, like a worm on a hook. The sight brings me so much pleasure that I’m thinking about taking my cock out, and jerking off on his dying body. Fuck, cumming all over his miserable face would make me feel better right now. I wonder if Atasi will let me bend her over his cooling corpse, and fuck her pretty pink pussy?

“Noah’s... going to... break you... just like he... did... your pathetic boyfriend,” Michael gasps as he forces himself to sit up, and blood pours down his abdomen and arm. “We enjoyed fucking... with his mind. Turning him... against you. Making him... see what a... dirty whore... you really are,” he grits through clenched teeth. A look of unhinged fury passes over Dinah’s features, her eyes blaze with fiery wrath, and I know this fucker is not going to last much longer, and that’s precisely what he wants, a quick death. Dinah fires again with a shout, this time hitting his opposite shoulder, the impact making him wail incoherently, as his body shudders with the trauma.

“Atasi! Stop, you’ll kill him, and that’s what he wants. He’s goading you into a quick death. Don’t do it, baby, he doesn’t deserve it.” I stalk forward, trying to get her attention so that she pulls back from the need for bloodshed, and thinks through what ought to happen here. Her glassy eyes turn in my direction, a crystal teardrop trailing down her high cheekbone, and disappearing off her jaw. The sight makes my chest spasm with pain. I have never been one to empathize with others’ emotions, or allow them to influence me, but Dinah is the exception to every rule. Everything she’s feeling has a tether straight to my own heart, and despite the organ being black, I experience all of her pain. “He tortured Sammy, and turned him against me,” she sniffles. “He has to die, Abe.” I wrap her in my arms as we are surrounded by Michael’s pitiful crying and pleas for death, andthe noise from the fighting right outside of the vacant walls. “I know, baby, and he will, but first, he has to suffer.”

“Please! Please, mercy! Kill me, just end my life.” A chuckle leaves my lips as I pull back from Dinah, and grab my blade out of my holster. “Not a fucking chance, asshole. I’ve been wanting a piece of you for a long time, and it looks like I’ll be cutting one chunk off of you at a time, until you tell the lady what she wants to know.” He tries to scoot backward on his ass pathetically, in an attempt to get away from us, but it only fuels my desire to hurt him further. My body lights up as if it was lit by fireworks, with the desire for bloodshed and pain. The monster inside of me rattles at his chains, and demands to be set loose to avenge our girl. He craves the blood of his enemies, and her approval. He wants to bask in her glow, while covered in the blood of her enemies. “Where is Noah?” I question, taking another step forward and slashing out, catching his forearm as he attempts to protect his face. “Please, I... I don’t know!”

“I don’t fucking believe you.” I slash again, this time catching the side of his face, and opening a huge gash that pours blood down his scruffy, dark beard, and coats the collar of his shirt. “Take one of his eyes, Abe,” Dinah demands, as she points the gun at one of his feet and fires, blowing the front of his foot away. “FUCK! PLEASE! I DON’T KNOW!”

“LIES! You know where the snake is hiding. Tell me!” She fires again, this time hitting him on the knee, and tearing his leg to shreds. God, she’s an avenging angel, my angel meting out justice on those who deserve it. If possible, I want her even more at this moment, knowing that her soul is dark and unforgivable like mine is. “Last chance to tell us the truth. She’s got plenty more bullets, and I know how to keep you from bleeding out.” I make a move towards him, brandishing the large blade in my hands, and showing him how much his pain is bringing me satisfaction, with the look on my face. He knows what I like to dowith corpses. He and his little friends have had to clean up the messes Zeke and I have left behind in the past.

“Ba... basement... hidden... door... cellar... look for a... metal... metal shelving unit...” Michael gasps, and blood and snot pour down his ugly face. “Please, kill me now.” A malicious laugh leaves Dinah as she shoots again, getting his thigh. There’s so much blood pouring out of him, that I know he’s going to bleed out sooner rather than later, and spoil our fun. “Take both his eyes, and his fucking tongue, for what he did to Sammy!” I don’t hesitate to comply with my girl’s request, stabbing his right eye and then his left with the sharp blade. The blade gets sucked into the squishy orb, and I have to pry it back out, my fingers slippery with his blood. When he opens his mouth to scream, I force my fist past his lips, breaking his teeth, stretching it wide, and grabbing hold of his slimy tongue with my fingers, before pulling it past his lips and slicing the offending appendage off. I hold it by the tips of my fingers as his hoarse moans begin to fade, blood gushes down his face, and he finally loses consciousness. “Give me the blade,” Dinah demands, her small hand outstretched. Shit, my baby is so bloodthirsty, and I fucking love it. She’s perfect in every way for me.

I pass her the blood-soaked blade, throwing his useless tongue on the floor, and watch as she kneels in all his blood, rips his shirt open, and carves his chest open from neck to navel, spilling out his intestines. “Die, Brotherhood scum, I’ll rid the earth of your disease.” She raises the blade once more and plunges it into his cock, before rising to her feet. I cringe, and prevent myself from clutching my cock in male sympathy, since this fucker deserves everything he’s getting, and then some. If you ask me, he’s getting off too easy.

“What the ever-loving-fuck, Snow?” We both turn around to see Zeke’s shocked face staring at us, as he takes in all the horror we have caused. He’s covered in blood, his shirt torn to shreds,and displaying most of his golden skin and tattoos. His sexy lip is split open, and he’s got a bruise sprouting on the side of his face. Irrational anger surges through me, and I want to race back outside and kill everyone that touched him. He’s fucking mine, and no one gets to hurt him but me, and maybe Dinah, but only when she’s being all serial killerish and sexy.

“We know where Noah is hiding,” Dinah says without waiting for a response. She races towards the back of the house, in search of the stairs that will lead to the cellar, without a backward glance.Jesus fuck, keeping up with her is becoming a full-time job.“Dinah, that counts as two extra points, do you hear me!” I yell as I blow Zeke a kiss and race after her, after wiping my bloody hands clean on the asshole on the ground’s pant legs, our pounding footsteps echoing through the empty house. “Fuck, wait for me,assholes!”Zeke yells irritably before chasing after us. Oh goody, we are all about to play‘catch the rat’with Noah Rothesay. I can’t fucking wait to destroy that evil fucker once and for all, and free Zeke from the chains of his family bond.

We are the only family that he will ever need, now and forever.

Chapter twenty-three

The Sinner

Dinah

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