Page 34 of Be My Sinner

The passing thought of them abusing her as they did her mother, and so many women in our society, brings a rush of anger to my body, lighting me up from the inside and demanding that I protect her.Why? Why do I want to protect her?Is it because of our childhood past, or is it because of the fool’s promise I made to Gabriel to always ensure her safety, even at the cost of my own?

“You will make arrangements to go and visit with your betrothed immediately, Ezekiel. You must show the Order that you are ready to take your role seriously, and will become a functioning member of the Brotherhood.” He pulls back from me and runs his hand through his thinning gray peppered hair.

“You need to keep a close eye on that guard of hers. Whispers have started spreading since his actions at the funeral. I won’t have anyone questioning whether she was pure when she came to you. You will not accept any bastards into our line.”

His thoughts mirror mine, and that causes my heckles to rise. I never want to have anything in common with this fucker; I would rather pluck out my eyeballs.I know, I know.The irony of my thoughts, considering those very eyeballs are what I have in common with him.

“I will arrange for Abe and me to visit my future bride today,” I spit out between clenched teeth, the words leaving a sour taste in my mouth. I’d literally rather do anything other than go and see Dinah. I would be content to leave her in confinement for the rest of our miserable lives and never marry. To never bring spawn into this decrepit world that surrounds us. Why punish another generation with the curse placed on this earth?

“Do you think it wise to take Abraham with you? She’s going to be your wife, not his,” he questions with a raised eyebrow and a dissatisfied look. His question both irritates me and amuses me. He’s never liked how close we are to each other. Where one goes, the other always follows. If he only knew how much I like fucking my best friend’s ass or pounding his tight throat.

I often wonder if he would kill me with his bare hands, or take the coward’s way out and order my execution?

“Peter should be looking for a wife for him. Not letting him fornicate with anything with a pussy.” The sneer across his face makes him look older, angrier, and ugly. I guess his insides are finally starting to reflect on his exterior.Maliciousasshole.

His objection can’t be to fornication. The man spends most of his time gangbanging his friends’ wives and the maids. No, his protest is to Abe being allowed to do as he pleases, because Peter doesn’t try to control him like my father does me. If Peter tried, he would most likely end up with a blade in his throat, and he knows it. Abe doesn’t like to be ordered around by anyone but me, and even then, it’s only when my cock is involved.

“Do you ask yourself those same questions when you share mom with Peter? The way I see it, he probably spends more time between your wife’s legs than you do.”

I throw the words at him with unsuppressed malice. A smirk crosses my lips at his immediate reaction. His head snaps back like I’ve just slapped him, and his cheekbones and neck flush with a deep magenta color at my words.

Did he really think that he was being discrete? Everyone in a position of privilege knows that most of the Founding Fathers shared their wives amongst themselves. Heck, I’ve known for years that he enjoyed fucking Dinah and Gabriel’s mom, Maria, more than he enjoyed sleeping with my own mother.

It’s a well-kept secret amongst the Brotherhood. Ensuring that the masses and lower classes don’t realize what really happens behind the closed doors of those who profess to hear and speak the word of the Lord.

He calls me depraved and irresponsible. He tells me that we need to grow up and act more mature. To take our responsibilities in the Brotherhood more seriously, all while having raging orgies and dubiously consented gangbangs with other members’ wives. What a fucking hypocrite he is. What fucking hypocrites they all are.Men of God, my ass.

“He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.”The thought makes a snort leave my lips, further aggravating my father.

As much as I am enjoying riling up my father, my thoughts trail back to the blue-eyed girl who has been on my mind for longer than I care to admit. It’s been just over eight months since I last saw her, and as per the Brotherhood commandments, she’s entitled to a full year’s worth of mourning for Gabriel and her mother.

The problem with that scenario is that Brotherhood members are dropping like flies around us, thanks to the‘Unholy Ghost’.The fact that he has taken a particular interest in both Abe and myself is not good, either. I might not be alive at the end of the next four months to claim her.

Then what happens to Dinah? She’s past the age of marrying at twenty-one. I was content to leave her in the safety and obscurity of her confinement at Gabriel’s urging and insistence. If I had my way, the arrangement would have been null and void when her father died.

For Gabriel, I never forced the issue and never tried to disavow her. She was a minor inconvenience at the time, a worry for much later in life. Gabriel always knew that one day I would have to marry her. That there was no other way out of this life for her other than death, or marriage to a Founding Father or an heir.

My father, being the power-hungry asshole that he is, meant there was no way he would walk away from a prize like Dinah, and let some other man of the Order swoop in and take her. Her name alone is worth her weight in gold to the Holy Father.

Even her psychotic behavior never truly deterred him. What did he call it when he returned from visiting her a few years ago, with a swollen gash across his forehead where she had thrown something at him?‘Growing pains’...yes, that’s right. He called her tantrums and violence, growing pains.

“What I do and don’t do is of no consequence to you. I am a Founding Father. I have done my duty to the Order all these years. I have provided them with an heir to my name. You must do the same, Ezekiel. If you don’t, the consequences will be your life and hers.”

He walks away from me, slamming the door in his wake and making the art on my walls tremble. My teeth grind, and my fists clench with the need to destroy everything in my sight. I restrain myself from grabbing hold of the table and throwing it against the wall.

Every single time I’m forced to entertain him, the urge gets stronger. I should just murder him myself, rather than hoping that the‘Ghost’does it for me. Maybe I can do it in such a way that I can pin the actions on that fucker who is stalking me.

Now, there’s a thought.This bastard going around hiding in the shadows might be helpful to me after all. I could use the cover of his actions to commit patricide. Perhaps even take out Peter, too, freeing Abraham from dealing with him further. A rush of giddiness fills me at the thought of murdering our fathers, and freeing us from their demands.

Maybe once I kill both of them, we can run off together. Perhaps, even join the rebellion and help bring down the Order.Do I want to end the reign of the Founding Fathers?I haven’t really endured any hardships in this life, having been born into the privileged class, even before the world up and lost its fucking mind. In fact, I’ve pretty much had everything handed to me: wealth, drugs, power, and women. Do I really want to give all that up and go underground with the rebels?

Maybe not.Maybe I’ll just murder both of them, and we’ll take their places as the founding members.Yeah, that sounds like a much better idea.I’m almost salivating at the idea of slitting my father’s throat, and watching him bleed out all over my lovely, expensive hardwood floors.

First, however, I have to go see about a wife I don’t really want. Scratch that; first, I have to ensure that Abraham hasn’t snorted so much coke that he’s sent himself to an early grave and a trip through hell, and left me here all alone in the world. Then I have to convince the big, jealous fuck to come with me to visit my new possession, all while hoping that she hasn’t completely lost her mind.

When it rains fucking chaos, it pours fucking chaos.

Chapter 16

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