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Abe slips underneath Dinah and me, lying flat on his front, and swallows my cock deep into his mouth, his heat enveloping me, and my chest tightens with the loss of air at all the sensations taking over me at the same time. All of this is too much and, at the same time, is just right and perfect. The four of us enjoying each other is a dream come true, one I never thought I would get to see come to fruition. I cum down Abe’s tight throat as he fondles my testicles, and I thrust my tongue into Dinah’s pretty pussy one last time. Sammy’s loud roar fills my ears as he cums, and his lips break the connection with Dinah’s. His exhausted, sweaty, heaving body drapes over mine, and I feel my knees about to give way with the added weight, which is bad news for Abe below me.

Sammy pulls out of my ass with a sting, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to contain my moan. “That was fucking amazing! Next time I get to fuck your ass, Sammy.” Abe chuckles as he slips from underneath me, and I allow my spent body to collapse, taking Sammy down to the floor with me, and forcing Dinah to skitter away from us or fall with us. “I never said anyone was getting to fuck my ass, you deviant,” Sammy growls as he pushes his sweaty body off of mine. I roll to the side, my limbs made out of jelly, as I try to catch my breath. “You never said he couldn’t either. That’s as good as an invitation to Abe,” I chuckle, and am joined by the three of them as they chortle. Dinah lays her spent body across mine, and I pull her overheated flesh firmly into me, kissing her head, as her face snuggles into the crook of where my neck and shoulder meet. “Abe doesn’t even need an invitation. One day, you’ll just wake up with his cock deep inside of your ass,” she mumbles, and we all crack up because it’s so fucking true.

“This is nice, all of us together. I think this is what true happiness is supposed to feel like,” Abe groans, as he lies on his back and stares up at the mural of angels on the ceiling, that are probably horrified at our orgy. It amuses me to know those fuckers just witnessed the perfection of our combined depravity.

“Yeah, this feels perfect,” I groan and close my eyes, finally at peace for the first time in my life.

Chapter forty-one

The Sinner

Dinah

Imotion silently to the rebels with us to circle the large, imposing building, and watch as they march off, quiet as ghosts racing through the dissipating shadows. The night sky is just beginning to lighten from its gloom, with the most beautiful shades of pinks and oranges, as a new day begins, and the air is clean and crisp around us, with a tinge of last night’s rainfall. Excitement races through me with the feeling that this is it. This is when I get to eradicate one more monster that broke my mother.I’m so close, Mom, so very close. I’ve kept my word; I will see you avenged.

Abe taps my right shoulder, and nods toward where Sammy and Zeke are waiting in a thick copse of trees, fully decked out in black clothing, and strapped heavily with weapons. As much as I don’t trust Sarah, she was more than ready to provide us with everything we needed to go after Noah Rothesay. Asa’s confession seemed to pan out, as we sent scouts ahead to locate and observe the warehouse. One of them was able to get a glimpse of Noah entering the large concrete and glass structure, just twenty-four hours ago, and came back with irrefutable proof. Sarah declined to come with us, stating that a leader needed to remain behind, in case the worst happened. The fact that she was referring to all our deaths didn’t slip past any of us. Sammy lost his shit at her words, throwing a chair through a window, and frightening everyone near us with his powerful rage. It took hours, and another blow job, to get him to calmdown enough that he wouldn’t go after her, and rip her spine from her body. Honestly, a part of me wanted to let him loose on her, so she would realize that we know she’s concealing things from us. Unfortunately, I will have to deal with her right after dispatching Noah to the underworld, and finding my father and David.

“I don’t like this, Snow, it’s too fucking quiet, regardless of the time. I don’t even spy anyone on guard duty. My father is a cunt, but he’s not stupid or reckless. This smells like a damn trap to me.” Zeke’s words trigger Sammy to pace back and forth, his hands tightly clenched at his sides, and his breathing labored. I wish he had listened to reason, and remained back at the Holy Father’s mansion. No good can come of him like this. He’s already asked me twice if this is real, and his eyes are filled with the terror of his memories of being Noah’s captive. I step away from Zeke and Abe, and grasp onto one of Sammy’s clammy hands, loosening the tight clenching of his fingers and intertwining them with mine, and halting his next step. “Sammy, listen to me. What you’re feeling right now is normal. You have every right to be anxious, scared, and angry. I need you to focus on Zeke, me, and Abe. I refuse to allow Noah to take you away from me, even if it’s just in your mind.” I turn his head with my other hand, refusing to break the connection between us, and force him to look down at me. “You aremine. Do you understand me, Samuel Wendover? Every part of you is mine, and none of it will ever belong to that psychopath. You donothave my permission to splinter like some brittle, weak branch. You are a goddamn majestic oak, and long after all this shit is done and over, you will keep standing tall and firm against all the elements. I am your roots, Sammy, and I am planted firmly and deeply.”

I watch as his throat bobs up and down, his lips in a stern, tight line, and his dark blue eyes glow in the waning light. Henods his head to acknowledge my words, and after squeezing his fingers tightly, and reassuring myself that he’s clawing his way back from the panic trying to roll him, I release him and turn to face the other two silent giants watching. “That goes for both of you too. You’d better not forget who you belong to, and get yourselves fucking killed. I have no qualms about marching into hell and fighting the devil for you. Spoiler, he will fucking lose.”

“Fuck, Atasi, that mouth of yours spewing threats is making me hard. Maybe we could take five extra minutes, so I can fill you with my cum?” I shake my head at Abe’s antics as he clutches his cock, and Zeke slaps the back of his head hard. “Get your mind out of the fucking gutter, asshole. It’s time you help me commit patricide.” Abe rubs the back of his head with a scowl, and glares at Zeke. “Only ’cause you asked so nicely, plus you’re going to pay me back on your knees, with my cock down your throat later, for my help.”

I roll my eyes and count to ten in my head. I can’t even deal with these two, and their lack of taking this seriously. As Zeke suspects, we might very well be walking into a trap. I certainly wouldn’t put it past Noah to ambush us, or even have people inside of the rebels passing him information, even though Sarah reassured us that she had disposed of all the moles. My fear is that Sarah herself is a mole, I’m just uncertain whose.

We don’t have long to wait to find out if it’s a trap, as gunfire erupts from the northern part of the building, and some of our rebel bodies go down. “Fuck, I knew it!” Zeke growls as he clutches one of his guns, and Abe does the same. Abe turns to me with a shit-eating grin and waggles his dark, thick eyebrows, his saffron-colored eyes glinting with both amusement, and his brand of insanity, and I already know full well what is going to come out of his sinful mouth. “Atasi, the first one of us to reach twenty, gets to fuck both Zeke and Sammy’s asses without lube. Don’t worry, babe, we’ll find a strap-on for you!” The unhingedasshole doesn’t even wait for my agreement, before he strides forward with sure steps, toward the entry door on this side of the building, and throws a grenade. “Jesus fuck, so much for attempting to surprise them! Damn reckless fool!” Zeke growls, and marches off after him without a backward glance.

“Nightstar, I never agreed to any of that. I’m not allowing him to do that to me. I don’t care how many of Noah’s men he kills.” Sammy’s contrite face causes a smile to break across my face, even though we are once again in a terrifying situation. I pat his hand and reach up on the tips of my toes, to plant a brief kiss on his lips. “I don’t think he cares whether you agree or not, but don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to keep Abe in line, or at least give him some lube.” I’m expecting him to argue, so it brings me so much pleasure to see a mischievous smile crossing his face, and causing his scar to pull along his cheek, as he lifts his shoulder in a show of nonchalance. “He’ll have to force me to the floor first, and I’m pretty sure I can take him.” Oh my, the image of Sammy and Abe, wrestling naked on the floor while I watch, enters my mind, and I have to squeeze my legs with the way my core clenches.Yes, fucking, please.The minute we are not fighting for our lives, I need to make that happen.

“Let’s go, Nightstar, there are cunts to murder.” Sammy holds out his hand for me, and I rush to pull myself out of the sexy daydream and join him. Fuck, now I’m going off to murder Noah Rothesay with soaked panties.

Chapter forty-two

The Liar

Abe

Icharge into the building after the grenade blows the door out, with Zeke at my back, cursing up a storm about me being a reckless fool. He’s probably right, but I don’t give a shit. This is what makes my blood sing, well, besides Atasi, him, and Sammy, that is. I refuse to apologize for being a bloodthirsty fucker. There’s no point, since I have zero intentions of ever changing. I fire as someone runs by, trying to take cover, and the body goes down hard onto the concrete floor, and doesn’t rise again. Then, fire again, as I spy a man pointing his weapon at us, from the metal machinery platform to our left. He takes a bullet to the middle of his forehead, and falls right off the platform.Bullseye, motherfucker.“Two, Atasi!” I holler back over my shoulder, without daring to take my eyes off the enemy before me to check she’s actually there. I have no desire to leave this tempestuous world filled with holes, and looking like a piece of Swiss cheese.

“Would you knock that shit off, Abe!” Zeke shouts at me, and fires his gun in the opposite direction, at some of Noah’s men trying to sneak up on us. From the corner of my eye, I spot Atasi, slashing with her blade at a grungy-looking man attempting to strike her with his enormous fist. Rage momentarily blinds me at anyone trying to hurt my girl. I don’t have to worry, however, as blood arcs in the air and hits her face, as she manages to stab him in the throat, and cackles charmingly.That’s my beautiful, violent girl.

I catch a fist to the side of my skull for my distraction, making my vision momentarily swim. As my head whips to the side, I hear Zeke’s angry voice as he fires closely beside me, and murders the asshole that punched me, and my ears ring from the blast. “Pay fucking attention, Abe, or I’m going to beat your ass!” I read his mouth watering lips more than I actually hear him, and his words cause my chest to tighten with emotion.Look at how much my baby loves me; he can’t wait to have his hands all over me again.

“Promises, promises, Zeke,” I mock him as I fire again and again, taking out two more men, and raising four of my fingers in Atasi’s direction, when she looks at me with an amused grin. God, I love playing this game with her. It pushes both of us to the edge of our darkness, and allows us to loosen the restraint on our violent tendencies. I focus my attention back on the enemy highly intent on ending our lives, and lose track of Dinah and Sammy, who are already pushing into the next section of the massive warehouse. The shout for them to wait for us gets stuck in my throat, as I witness a man jumping off a small platform and landing on Zeke’s back, taking him to the ground, and using his hold on Zeke’s hair to smash his face into the floor.Fuck that! No one gets to hurt my Zeke but me! He’s fucking mine!I roar like a furious animal watching its mate being attacked, and charge at the asshole, slamming my casted hand into the back of his head and forcing him off Zeke, who’s struggling to regain his feet. My heart beats furiously in my chest, at all the blood on Zeke’s face, as his shocked moss-green eyes meet mine, and he probes at the cut on his forehead that’s gushing blood into his eyes.Fuck, that is going to need stitches. He’s going to look so sexy with a scar there.

“There are more than ten men here, so our information is fucking useless. Where the hell are the rebels that are with us?” Zeke yells with frustration, as he uses his forearm to swipe atthe cut and smears his blood on his arm. He’s right, of course. I’ve killed four, and he’s at least gotten two, and so has Atasi. I don’t see any sign of the rebels Dinah sent to the other side of the building, even though we can clearly hear gunfire, so maybe they’re pinned down. “We are going to run out of ammo, Zeke! Start grabbing weapons from the dead!” I lean down and tear the gun off the asshole lying on the floor, unconscious from my hit, and fire into the back of his skull.

“We have to catch up with Dinah and Sammy! Why the fuck did they take off without us? I’m going to wring her pretty fucking neck the first chance I get!” Zeke shouts with fury, as he kicks at the dead body, and moves to where I last saw Dinah and Sammy disappearing through. We catch up to them pretty quickly. They’re holed up behind a massive concrete pillar, gunfire erupting all around them, and still no sign of Noah anywhere. “Should we pull back?” I question, even though everything within me is demanding that we push forward and find Noah, and end his miserable life once and for all. I want all three of my lovers to be finally free of his threat. Especially Sammy; I want him to be able to see the monster in his nightmares no longer breathing, so he can stop waiting for the next time he’s going to get his hands on him. I will never let Noah have any of them, even if it ends up costing me my life. “No! We continue to push forward, that fucker is here somewhere. We cut the head off the snake, and the rest of the body will fall,” Dinah yells with determination, in between firing around the column.

For the next little while, we return fire against Noah’s Brotherhood men and gain ground. Some of the rebel forces finally make it out of wherever they were being held down, and help us move slowly forward and up. I take the metal stairs ahead of Dinah and Sammy, with Zeke bringing up the rear. I can see Sammy’s body is so tense that he’s trembling, and thewhites of his eyes are so large I’m afraid they will pop right out of his skull. Fuck, please don’t let him have an anxiety attack right now. We have no way of stopping whatever rampage he goes on.

A long, narrow corridor opens with various closed, gray, steel doors before us. Fuck, like shit wasn’t already dangerous; now we have to worry about how many more cockroaches are hiding behind those doors, just waiting to end our lives. “Split up, we’ll cover more ground. Sammy and I will take the left side, and you and Zeke take the right,” Dinah orders, and doesn’t bother to wait to hear my objection, as she throws open a door and is immediately accosted by gunfire. “If you get yourself killed, Atasi, I am going to be fucking pissed!” I snarl as Zeke kicks in the door before us, but nothing happens, and only silence greets us. “We have to check it, Abe. My father could be hiding anywhere.” I know he’s right, but it irks me that we didn’t go with my original suggestion of loading up the exterior of the building with bombs, and blowing the whole thing to the ground, trapping everyone inside of it in the rubble. It seemed like a much safer and easier solution, perhaps not as satisfying, but I could have lived with it. Unfortunately, Dinah, in her wisdom, and let’s face it, need to get her hands bloody, vetoed it.

Zeke and I search the room, while keeping an ear out for what is happening across the hall. The sounds of gunfire and screams are still intense, and they make me want to get out of here and go help. “Nothing, let’s go!” I growl with frustration, and we head to the next room. The minute I open the door, a shot rings past my head and embeds in the wall above my ear. A few inches to the right, and it would have gotten Zeke’s head. “Motherfucker, you’re dead!” I rush into the room, firing my weapon and taking cover behind a few desks, in what appears to be some kind of training room. The lights are off, and only the dim morning light penetrates from the high square windows, causing the rest of theroom to remain draped in shadows. I can’t even determine how many are hiding in here with us, and that stresses me out.

Zeke motions to me with his thumb to go left, and for once, I follow his directions. We approach an overturned desk, the silence deafening, and making my skin crawl. Zeke shoves hard at one end of the large table, and I fire immediately, catching whoever is hiding by surprise. My shot goes a little wide, and I catch them in the thigh, but as their screams rip through the air around us, and I get a good look at who it is, an evil smile breaks across my face. “Thing one, we meet again! How I’m going to fucking enjoy ending your life!”

The pitiful, filthy creature is none other than thing number one, Noah’s loyal henchman, Daniel. “Where the fuck is my father?” Zeke demands, as he kicks the fucker in the injured leg, as he tries to crawl towards where his gun has fallen.

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