Page 43 of Be My Sinner

Multiplealarmsstartblaringin the house, signaling that someone is driving less than a mile away from us. I immediately race down to the computers and large screens I have set up in the hidden basement of our house to check them out. My control station is lighting up with alarms and blaring lights, like one of those oldFourth of Julycelebrations the world used to have.

Anxiety and anger war within me, one trying to overpower the other without success. The need to keep Dinah safe from her own actions is my top priority, and I refuse to fail. No one is taking her from me. I’ll murder them all with my bare hands if I have to. I’ll set fire to this whole fucking planet if they try.

Dinah is upstairs strapping weapons to herself, like she’s ready to take on the whole of the Brotherhood army. The expression on her face, before I left her to run down here, tells me she is preparing herself to die in this fight. I can’t bear the thought of that being our reality. I won’t allow it even to be a possibility. We should have never returned here. I should have followed through with my instincts and common fucking sense, knocked her ass unconscious, and taken her to hide amongst the rebels.

Instead, what did I do? I fuckin’ listened to her pleading to come back here and grab the last mementos of her family, the only photographs and artifacts she has left of the life she has to leave behind. I curse my weak heart where she is concerned. There is only one person in this world who can get me to bend to their will, and she’s upstairs getting ready to wage war.

Sweat pours down my back and makes my shirt cling to me as I stare at the image of the large, black, menacing SUV making its way closer to the house. It’s not traveling at a rapid speed, and there seems to be only one vehicle, which causes me immediate unease. If I can’t see them coming, how am I supposed to protect us? Where the fuck are the others? Are they circling around, trying to corner us like rats in a hole?

I won’t let them harm her. I’ll kill every one of them and end our lives, too, before I allow them to take my Nightstar, and make her life even more miserable. No, she will never suffer the fate that befell her mother. No one gets to have my Nightstar but me.

I quickly type on the keyboard, setting up the triggers for the defense system I have installed around our home. These fuckers are in for a surprise if they think they can just roll up in here and take us on.

The SUV rolls by one of the cameras I have set up hidden in a large tree, and I get a flash image of the inside of the vehicle through the windshield. It’s those two idiots, Abraham and Ezekiel. Fucking figures those two assholes would come and hunt my Nightstar. I guess the promises that they made to her brother died with him.

She did just try to kill one of them. Actually…she’s now tried to kill both of them.My mind reminds me.

I’ve known for months about what Gabriel made them promise him before he died. They would protect Dinah, no matter what, with their very lives, and keep her safe from the Brotherhood. It’s the only reason they’re still alive, and I haven’t gone behind Dinah’s back and killed them. I’ve been watching them both for years, and have had my own cameras and spies embedded in their homes, long before my Dinah even came up with this crazy plan to exterminate the Brotherhood.

Did I ever tell her I was watching her brother and his friends?No. No, I fucking didn’t.It was for selfish reasons that I did it. After that first year together, I knew I could never part from her, at least not willingly. I started watching them more intently as the years drew closer to her age of majority, and the time they would claim her. Dread was running through me continuously, that I would lose her. That she would become some other man’s property.A Sacred Wife.Untouchable and unreachable to the likes of someone like me.

To my surprise, her brother was adamantly opposed to her becoming a Sacred Wife. Not only contrary to the thought of it, but he made Zeke Rothesay promise to leave her in secluded confinement rather than claim her on her eighteenth birthday, despite Ezekiel’s father’s forceful demands that he go retrieve her.

Did I know what was happening between the three of them, Ezekiel, Abraham, and Gabriel, all these years?Yeah, I knew.I just didn’t care as long as they left my Nightstar alone. Did I ever imagine we would be on the run now and hunted by those two fuckers?Not exactly.

I knew that once we went down this dark path of murder, mayhem, and destruction, the Brotherhood would come after us. They would have no choice with how many men we have killed. Hence, all the defense systems I added to the property without the Brotherhood’s knowledge.

Do I believe that we can survive against all the odds stacked against us?

Odds mean nothing when you are talking about Dinah Camrose. She is the definition behind ‘beating the odds’. Each and every time I underestimate her, I’m reminded not to. She makes her own rules, and doesn’t ever willingly play by the rules of others. No, my Nightstar is exactly that; a bright star blazing in the night sky, out of reach from mere mortals.

Another alarm sounds as they approach the black wrought iron gates that will lead them up our long driveway, and to the old Victorian house we call home. The minute they pass the gates, I engage the lock system that has the gates shutting firmly behind them with a bang. I hit the command on the keyboard that makes the gates a high-voltage wire. If they think they are leaving here alive, they are wrong. I’m going to make sure of it. They signed their death certificates when they decided to come after her.

The SUV slams on the brakes, and both of them storm out of its doors and approach the firmly shut gates. Abraham reaches out for one of the gate sides, and before Ezekiel can stop him, he receives a zap that has him flying backward and landing on his ass.Take that, stupid motherfucker!

I can’t hear them, but the expressions on their faces are priceless, and fill me with unrepentant joy. I hit a few more buttons, and as Ezekiel is dragging Abraham back towards their vehicle, sprinkler heads pop out of the ground and douse the sides of the SUV with a clear liquid. The confusion on their faces is fantastic until they get a whiff of what I just unleashed.

Not water, gasoline. I watch them scramble away as fast as they can from the SUV when I open fire on it from the hidden electronic arsenal I have set up. It explodes in a massive twist of metal, glass, and fire all around them. It’s a beautiful sight. The only thing that would have made it better was if those two had gotten back inside it first.

“What the fuck, Sammy! Are bombs going off in the yard?” Dinah screams as she runs down the stairs in the hidden wall panel.

Her body is strapped with so many weapons that there isn’t an inch of her that isn’t deadly. She is stunning with her violent energy, and rippling with the need to maim others. I don’t want to take my eyes off her. There is no part of Dinah that I don’t worship, but seeing her like this causes my heart and cock both to swell. Pride fills me at the vision of the warrior queen before me. The one prepared to take on our enemies.

She doesn’t wait for my response as she leans over me and stares at the various screens, getting a glimpse of the mayhem I have already triggered. I watch her face intently, and her expression wavers when she sees the image of Ezekiel and Abraham, still trying to distance themselves from the fire. Fear crosses her gorgeous features, making her eyes widen, and her red, pouty lips seal in a straight, firm line.

Is she afraid for our lives? That they have come after us, or is she afraid for them? I want to ask her the questions but, at the same time, dread the answers.

“Are they hurt?” She questions without ever taking her eyes off the screen. Her voice is tentative and not filled with her usual bravado.

“Not more than how you left them. At least not yet.”

“How many more men are with them?” She finally turns in my direction, and I watch as she bites down on her plump bottom lip. Her stunning gray-blue eyes meet mine, and I see the moment she has decided something in her mind. The question is, what has she decided? Will she allow me to murder them, or is she planning on saving them?

“From what I can see at the moment, it’s just them. That doesn’t mean the Brotherhood isn’t coming or waiting on orders from them.”

“Do you think it’s possible that they didn’t alert them? That it’s just the two of them?” She questions with concern visible across her features. My body tenses, my shoulders locking tight as anger rises within me. A trickle of sweat prompted by fear and my uncertainty trickles down my back.

Is she hoping that my answer is yes? Does she want to believe that those two bastards still care about her? I’m not convinced that they care about anything except themselves. I’ve watched them since we returned to our home. They didn’t hesitate for a moment in coming after her. Do they mean her harm? I’m unsure, but won’t risk my Nightstar to find out. I’ll murder them both and relieve her of one more burden;Brotherhood entitled scum.

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