Page 162 of Cain
What?
I don’t talk.
He knows I’m shocked. He feeds on it.
“What happened,son? Cat got your tongue?”
Wade fucking Ford.
And Landon has been plotting with him all this time.
“I will make sure you have the same end as your little vermin next to me,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“And I’ll make sure your whore gets the same end as your mommy dearest.”
Katerina …
I march up to her room, the phone still pressed to my ear.
“Remember, son? I wasn’t there to witness it myself, but Atticus was very detailed about the way he choked her.”
“Katerina?!” I yell desperately, but I get no answer.
“Oh,the despair in her eyes, the madness that was choking along with her.”
I’m outside her bedroom and shove the door wide open.
She’s not here. Fuck, she can’t be …
“Katerina …” I breathe quietly.
“Here’s how this ends. Either you hear her choking on her blood through the phone, or you meet me in St. Stephen’s Church. Though honestly, I’d rather you watch her die. It’d be more poetic.”
“You fucking shit face. If you touch a single hair on her head …”
He chuckles darkly, then pauses.
“The choice is yours.”
Itoss that fucker’s phone on the floor, smashing it into pieces, and take my phone out of my pants pocket.
I dial Judas.
“Is it time?” he asks.
“St. Stephen’s Church. Now.”
I hang up and call Adam.
“I’m kinda busy right now.”
“He has Katerina.”
He inhales through clamped teeth. “Where?”
“St. Stephen’s Church.”
“I’m on my way, brother. Let’s end that bastard.”
