Page 57 of Sinful Kingdom

“Okay, say we do this,” Matteo says, breaking the stalemate. “There’s no guarantee that they’ll release Alex and Zayden like they’ve promised. They could end up with all of you.”

“So, don’t you have the manpower to overthrow them? Correct me if I’m wrong, but there are four of you, and only one of them.”

“We want to ensure we get all of them. This ends here. I will not leave one sick cunt still breathing when I get on a plane,” Reid growls.

“We’ll get them,” Luciana promises fiercely before turning to me. “Are you sure you can handle whatever might be on the other side of that door?”

Lifting my chin, I hold her eyes steady.

“For those two, I can handle anything,” I promise.

“Evie,” Damien growls, earning my attention once more. “Take a seat. It seems we might have some planning to do.”

14

ALEX

Multiple sets of hands grab me on the cunt’s instruction, and the gag is ripped from my mouth.

“Get the fuck off me,” I bellow the second the fabric clears my lips, my voice echoing around the vast space.

It’s beautifully harrowing.

I’ve never really thought about how and where I might die. But I guess having it happen while being looked down on by God—assuming he exists—can’t be a bad way to go. Maybe if I apologise enough, I might not even be sent to hell for everything I’ve done.

“Fight all you like, young man. We’re in control now.”

I’m pulled down the aisle, my knees and feet dragging over the stonework beneath me, adding to the cuts and bruises that already litter my body.

Zay cries behind me, but his words are muffled by the gag.

I try to look back, to see what they’re doing to him, but I’m unable to see with the number of masked men that are following me.

It’s something akin to a procession. And I won’t lie, a shiver of fear races down my spine as I think about what could be waiting for me at the end of this.

It certainly isn’t going to be my girl in a white dress, that’s for sure.

“I hope we made the right size,” he drawls as we come to a stop at the foot of my fate.

Looking up, my mouth runs dry at the sheer size of the wooden cross that stands before me.

Straps hang loosely from the arms, longer ones down the length.

I guess I should be grateful at the sight. At least it means they’re not going to nail me to the fucking thing.

“What are we waiting for, gentlemen? It’s more than time our entertainment started.”

Zay continues to scream and sob behind me as I’m lifted from the floor once more.

I don’t fight. There are more important things to worry about right now.

“Let him go,” I demand as I’m hoisted up in the air. “He doesn’t deserve this. Please, let him go.”

Now that they’ve spun me around, I can see Zay clearly, standing at the very end of the aisle with two masked men holding him still.

His eyes are wide as he stares at me, tears streaking down his cheeks.

“Please,” I beg. “He doesn’t need to witness this. Please.”

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