Page 49 of Be My Sinner

In an entirely insane move, the fucker braces his feet hard on the ground and manages to lift both of us, with me still clutching him fiercely. He gets to his knees and then his feet, with me still wrapped around him like a spider monkey, punching him repeatedly. He then rams me into the nearest tree until all the air has left my body, and I have no choice but to release him and flop to the ground at the tree’s base.

He moves back from me and scrambles in the direction his gun went, and I brace myself on my hands and knees and crawl toward where I can see the flicker of metal in the dirt. If he gets to his gun before I get to the blade, I’m a dead man, and I have no intention of making today my last day on this earth.

He’s still searching for his weapon when I get my fingers around the blade and rush him. He turns suddenly, and my aim veers and lands on his upper shoulder instead of his neck. Red, hot blood coats my hands, making my grip precarious on the blade handle. He shoves me hard, forcing me to step backward and away from him.

“You’re going to pay for that with your life, you spoiled, fucking cunt.” He reaches up, pulls the blade from his shoulder, and wields it in his hand as blood pours from the wound, soaking his black t-shirt and running down his arm.

He thrusts forward, trying to stab me in the chest, but I manage to dodge his attempt. We are both breathing heavily, both of us bleeding from various wounds, and yet neither of us is willing to yield. This is a match to the death, with one winner left standing. The prize, my Snow.

“I want to protect her from the Brotherhood, from her fucking self. I’m not trying to hurt her,” I grunt through the pain, as I am forced once again backward as he swings the blade.

“You want to control her. Use her just like they do all the Sacred Women. I won’t fucking let you have her.” He arcs the blade and slashes, catching my bicep in its path.

“NO! I made a promise to her brother. To protect her.” He lashes again and gets me across my chest, the sharp pain dulling more of my senses. My body is running out of steam with all the blood loss and my previous injuries. My vision keeps blurring, and I take another step back, narrowly avoiding a slash to the face.

“I know what you do to women! Do you fucking think I would let you near Dinah, so you could kill her in your own fucked sense of satisfaction?”

My head is spinning, and now there are two of him in front of me. I try to shake my head to clear my vision. It works for a brief second before I’m seeing double again. “Not Snow, never Snow,” I mumble.

A shot rings out above our heads, the bullet smashing into a tree and forcing the branch to fall before us. We both look away from each other with shocked gazes, only to find a blood-soaked beauty with dark hair holding the gun steady in front of her.

“Well, that’s good to know. Otherwise, I would have to put a bullet through your fucking head, Zeke.” She smirks, her blue-gray eyes shining in the muted sunlight.

“What the fuck, Dinah?” The ass trying his best to kill me yells and starts to move towards her, but I’m not having it. With the last of the energy I have, I slam my fist into the side of his face, and he goes down to his knees.

“You really shouldn’t have done that, Ezekiel,” Dinah warns with a tsk.

I’m slammed from the side hard into the ground, all the air leaving my lungs as the fucker grabs onto the back of my head and forces me to eat dirt. “You…stay…away…from…my…girl.” Each word is punctuated by a slam of my face into the ground.

Another gunshot blares in the air around us. “Would you two fuckers knock it off. I don’t have time for this shit!” She shouts at both of us with fury. Her words have us both freezing in our actions, me still trying to push up from the ground and him with his fist in my hair.

“Get up, both of you. We have to go right now. He’s fucking dying!” She screams with impatience as she lowers the gun to her side.

“Who’s dying?” I shout while pushing the asshole off of me and getting to my knees.

“Abraham!” With that word thrown into the air, she turns her back on us and starts moving through the thick shrubbery around us.

“Fuck!” The bastard spits blood to the side, gets up like I wasn’t pummeling him mere minutes ago, and starts moving after her.What is this guy, a fucking machine?

Shock and fear races through my system and her words tumble on a loop in my mind.“He’s fucking dying. Abraham.”No! Not my Abraham. What the hell has she done? A rush of adrenaline fills my system as I chase after the two of them through the woods.

Hold on, Abe, I’m coming!

Chapter 24

The Sinner

Dinah

Afteryellingatthosetwo giant fools wrestling with each other on the ground like children, I turn my back on them and run right back through the thick shrubbery the way I came.Fuck, it might already be too late.He might have bled out by the time I get back to him, despite me trying my best to stop the bleeding. Fear ripples through my veins like a poison trying rapidly to consume me, but I push through the anxiety that is trying to cripple me.

Why did I fucking shoot him? Why did I lose my fucking mind and shoot him?Pain and regret soar through my body as the image of Abe’s face, right before I pulled the trigger, makes me stumble in my next step.What if I killed him? Did I actually want to kill him?

I can hear the loud noises of the other two following me through the trees, and the relief that flows through me gives me a much-needed moment to inhale a deep breath. Sammy will know what to do. He will be able to stop the bleeding. Fuck, I hope Abe is still breathing when we get there. It might be too late; he might already be gone from this world.You did that; you killed him.

A blur of shadows appears out of the corner of my eye, and it’s my cue to take off running again, back to the man I left bleeding and unconscious on the forest floor, because I’m an unhinged psychopath with a penchant for violence and vengeance.You’re insane. You’re a murderer.

“Dinah! Slow the fuck down and tell us what you did!” Zeke’s voice sounds through the silence of the forest around us. I can hear the obvious fear and desperation in his tone. Is his heart beating as furiously as mine? Is he terrified that I’ve ended his world? Usually, that type of terror would give me an orgasm. I live off the fear of men.

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