Page 113 of Sinful Mates

Aaliyah

Fuck this.

The cops took it one step too far, and we were well and truly over it.Time to pay, cunts, as my fiery mate would say. And I had the perfect reckoning to deliver.

“Sorceress, I feel something dark brewing on your bond,” Castor warned from his seat behind Slade and me in Alaric’s Forrester 4WD, his hands coming to my shoulders to loosen the tension set in them.

“Oh, a reckoning is coming, Daddy.” I didn’t let anything else slip, waiting to unleash my big surprise.

Castor’s palms coasted along my shoulders, his fingers sparking with dark magick, seeking to punish the wicked. “Make Daddy proud, Sorceress.”

Guaranteed. Once I was done with the cops, they would beg for forgiveness. But Isis and I weren’t so forgiving, and it was time to tap into the darker side of my goddess and destroy that which no longer served life.

I tugged at my seatbelt to work off nervous uneasiness. “Cut the cameras and CCTV within a two-mile radius surrounding the Bathurst Police Station.”

Slade’s eyebrow flicked up. “Thinking like a true War goddess.”

“Yes, I am.” I smiled at him. This was war. A battle to save my mates.

Delighted and aroused, he lightly pinched my cheek.

Moments later, he tore into a parking space and hit the brakes. “We’re here.”

My stomach bunched, hoping the women were still here, and not crowded in some warehouse God knows where, on their knees, guns pressed to the backs of their heads.

Drums thundered on our bond as we slammed the car doors and marched to the entrance of the Bathurst Police Station. Columns of fire thrust into the air. Slade’s destruction rose to the surface in ruthless pulses.

Castor caught Slade by the shoulder. “Let her do her thing, then you can do yours.”

Slade rolled his shoulder and shook his VP off. “You’ve got one minute, sugar, then I’m torching this place.”

“Not with Zethan and the women inside, you’re not.” I stepped in front of him and took a long breath.

My mind twisted and moved as I called to the women, searching for them. I found them huddled inside. Fear rippled in my chest at a task of this magnitude. Unless I did this, Slade was a bomb about to go off and kill people, giving me little choice.

Castor set a hand on my shoulder. “Do you need to tap into our powers?”

I smiled at him. “Probably.”

“Take whatever you need, Sorceress.”

“Leave me some juice to spread fire,” Slade growled.

Absorbing some of my mates’ magick, I threw out anchors, locking them into the women. Demons hissed and shrieked, sinking their claws into the safety of the traumatized minds. I never tried to remove this many before, and wasn’t sure I was ready or capable but I had to try.

“Leave us,”one hissed.

“Don’t touch her, she’s mine,”another snarled, snapping at me, scratching me and I whimpered.

No, they didn’t.They were coming with me.

The time came for the cops to suffer. For the Jackals to declare victory and the Bathurst Police and friends’ defeat.

“Come to me, darkness.” I curled my arms welcoming them into me.

Horror flashed in my mind. Wounds opened on my flesh. Burns scorched my skin and private parts and I screamed. Trauma scarred the recesses of my mind. The hissing rose in pitch and frequency until it overwhelmed me.

Castor’s grip on my shoulder turned painful as he shook me from my work. “No, Sorceress. It’s too much.”

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