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I move away from him and hide my face behind my thick hair, so he can’t see how much that word actually means to me. How it fills me with sick satisfaction that he wants to own me. That he needs to mark me to lay his claim. As if he didn’t already own every part of me.Does he, though?My mind questions in a whisper, causing two pairs of eyes, one green and the other amber, to rise in my mind.

“Let’s go home. I need a fucking shower.” I walk away without looking back. I can hear his footsteps following closely behind me as I make my way back to the abandoned car.

He will always follow me. He will always have my back and own me, just like I own him. Both of us fucked up with our obsession for each other. One feeding the other’s depravity and insanity. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chapter 15

The Forsaker

Zeke

Abehasbeenona massive rampage and drug binge, ever since the‘Unholy Ghost’blew up his precious car. Even I can’t seem to get him to stop snorting shit, and breaking all of our stuff here at the house. His actions are causing the staff to be even more fearful than usual and bringing unnecessary attention in our direction.

Hence the fucking meeting I’m now stuck in with my cunt of a father. The bastard demanded my audience first thing this morning, and I had to stagger my hung-over ass out of bed to accommodate him.

“You need to behave in a more delicate manner, Ezekiel. You are both important, high-ranking members of the Brotherhood, rising in power and responsibility. For fuck sake, you’re sergeant-at-arms. You need to stop this shit! This immaturity makes Peter and I look like imbeciles to the rest of the Order!”

My father slams his palm down on my dining room table with force, causing all the glassware to shake and spill its contents. I watch one of the maids immediately scurry forward to clean it up.So well trained, my staff, so full of fear.Fear is an aphrodisiac to someone like me. It makes my mouth water.

My eyes narrow on the blonde.Elizabeth.I’m surprised she can even walk after the savage fucking I witnessed Abe give her last night, while he was high as a kite. Never mind, I’m even more surprised she’s still breathing, and he didn’t bleed her out. He must not have been as far gone as I thought.Pity.

My father swats her away in aggravation, and his malignant attention returns to me. Fuck, I wish he would just leave, I hate being in his presence. Nothing he says is going to have me or Abe changing our ways. The time for correcting our behavior is long past. He can’t control us, and he knows it. My face must reveal some semblance of my thoughts because the bastard jumps up and moves around the table towards me.

His face is vibrant and red with rage, his green eyes shimmering with malice and frustration. He’s large like I am, built like a linebacker or a raging bull. The thought makes a chuckle leave my lips. I wonder if I waved something red in front of him, would he charge at me? I almost wish he would; that way, I could lay his ass out for once and make him understand exactly what I think of him.

“Are you even listening to me, boy? Do you think this shit is funny? Someone is out there murdering men just like us. Powerful men, killing fathers and sons, Ezekiel! Wiping out whole bloodlines!” Spittle flies from his angry lips, the sight repulsive, causing me to curl my lip in disgust. My eyes narrow on his face, and I let him see my disdain for him across my features. If death came for him, I certainly wouldn’t try to stop it. The chances are excellent that I would stand back and applaud it.

“The Brotherhood is looking within its own ranks for a traitor to explain how this‘Ghost’is coming and going undetected. And here you two idiots are, giving them reasons to look in your direction.”

He leans forward, getting his rank, hot breath in my face. “You will marry that damn girl when her mourning period concludes, Ezekiel. Not a single day longer. You will breed her until her stomach is swollen with the next generation of our family. You will settle down and be the man you are supposed to be. The one who will take my place one day. You will stop shaming this family, or so help me God, Ezekiel, I will have you disposed of and knock up some young bitch to replace you.”

My eyebrows rise at his vicious threat. Seeing him so riled, and threatening me with death, amuses me deeply. Does he really think getting rid of me would be that easily accomplished? I don’t fear his threats. I haven’t been afraid of Noah Rothesay since I was ten, when I realized that he was weak inside that manipulative exterior.

He can try to dispose of me, but I plan to make that damn near impossible. If something does happen to me, all of the Rothesay skeletons will be coming out of the closet, neatly gift-wrapped with a fucking bow, and sent to the Holy Father. My father has lots to lose. He just doesn’t realize that I know about all his indiscretions.

As far as marrying that wisp of a girl with haunting blue-gray eyes goes. I’ve managed to avoid it so far. I don’t look forward to being shackled to her deranged ass for the rest of my life. Never mind filling her with my seed and knocking her up, regardless of the long-gone memories of our youth and her pretty, mournful eyes that remind me of my anguished loss.

We could always kill her after she’s provided us with a brat or two,my mind snickers, and the thought intrigues me. The picture of blood pouring from her mouth and her eyes large with fear as she struggles, has my cock twitching in the confines of my pants.

I can’t imagine she will even be able to handle someone like me without it fracturing her mind, body, and soul. Someone with the types of needs, desires, and pragmatic afflictions that I crave. She seemed so broken, weak, and utterly lost, when I saw her at Gabriel’s funeral. When I watched her not only lose her brother but the last living member of her family.

Beautiful. The thought enters my mind unbidden. Yes, Dinah Camrose has grown from a gangly, noisy little flower into a beauty. Even I can’t deny that.My Snow. She always personified what the fairytale Snow White looked like to me as a child. All that dark hair, pale skin, and those expressive deep blue eyes.

Her features have both sharpened and become hauntingly delicate over the years that have separated us. Gone is the freckled, gap-toothed child who used to beg for our attention, and in her place is a woman.

The hideous and prim dress she wore at her brother’s funeral hid all the curves that I felt when I tackled her to the floor, and had her soft body beneath mine. I could smell her sweet scent of amber, bergamot, and a hint of vanilla, as I used my body as a shield.

Touching her, feeling her shake below me, made my blood sing. It made me desire to do terrible things to her. Things that would have her pretty red blood running in rivulets down her body and her screams filling my ears.What beautiful anguished music Dinah would make for me.

No, Dinah is definitely not a child anymore.My cock twitches and hardens in my pants at the memory of her softness beneath my own. The way she fought against my hold as if she could overpower me, the little fragile doll that she is.

I want to break her and put her back together again. Less perfect, filled with sharp edges so I can cut myself against them, so I can bleed red too, my blood mixing with hers until we are both drenched in our life-giving forces, one of us no longer breathing at the hands of the other. I crave to take her last breath and see her realize I am a monster and the horror of her nightmares, not the sweet boy who used to humor her.

The realization that she too might be a bit unhinged, piques my interest. I’ve heard that the years of captivity under the Brotherhood’s rule have driven her to the brink of madness, rendering her violent and unpredictable. She lives with only the company of that guard who swooped in and took her right from under Abe and me.Fucker, I will have his heart one day clutched in my palm.

My jaw clenches at the memory of his actions. That was brave of him and also very stupid. It was apparent to anyone watching that he has feelings for her. Feelings that he can’t have because he is a lowly guard, not worthy of a Sacred Daughter.Not worthy of my Snow.

I wonder if my little Snow is still as pure as a Sacred Daughter should be awaiting her husband. It would be pure insanity for her not to be. She grew up in this world, just as Abe and I did. She knows intimately what the Brotherhood does to traitors and what they do to fallen women.

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