Page 38 of Be My Sinner

She had the opportunity, didn’t she? And you’re still here, aren’t you?My mind questions.

“That’s not possible, Zeke. How hard did you hit your head?” He moves towards me as if he’s going to check my skull for injuries, and I push him away. I know I sound insane right now. I know the possibility of the‘Ghost’being a woman has never entered anyone’s mind, much less ours.

Why would it? Women are weak, vulnerable, and easily disposed of when one grows tired of them. The fact that it is an actual woman is almost comical, and too good to be true.

In a male-dominated society of corrupt men who take all they want, and use women as nothing but holes to fuck, a woman is out here killing off its most influential members. I would almost want to high-five the cunt, if she weren’t out here trying to kill Abe and me.But she didn’t, did she?

“Trust me, I was just as shocked, asswipe. It’s a woman. A small, slender woman who has been highly trained to fight and move like a shadow.” An annoyed grimace crosses my face at the disbelief on his face. “That’s not all; she’s not working alone. There was a second attacker. A large male, that’s who choked me out.”

Abe drags his large tattooed hands through his thick hair, pulling on the strands with evident agitation and force. If he’s not careful, he’s going to end up bald. I’m not sure I would find him as appealing bald.Who are you kidding? You would still enjoy his cock if he was missing half his face,my mind snickers.

He looks like he’s about to start pacing again and then seems to change his mind, sitting beside me on the bed. His weight forces the mattress to dip and causes my stomach to roll once again with the motion.Shit, maybe I do have a concussion.His amber gaze centers on mine, intensity burning from within its golden depths. The worry is clear as day to see on his features.

“Two of them. Fuck, Zeke.”

My feelings exactly,fuck, indeed.I watch him trying to process all the information we know about the‘Unholy Ghost’and why he’s been killing high-ranking members of the Brotherhood. We always assumed it was either a disgruntled Brotherhood member, or someone who had been harshly impacted by the Order. Looking over the information, I can see that it’s both.

Do I voice my suspicions out loud? Do I tell the one person I trust, and hold dear, my insane thoughts? The image of those blue-gray eyes through the holes in the mask stays at the forefront of my mind. The glimpses of pale skin through all the black clothing. The slender but strong body underneath mine when I held it down.

Dinah.

My little Snow has been naughty. She’s picked up some deadly skills while away in captivity. Skills that have her hands soaked in the blood of the Brotherhood. She’s had six long years to learn to be a killer and over twenty people to practice on. If my thoughts are correct, and the more and more I think about what I know, I believe they are;my little Snow is a serial killer.

Is she out there avenging the death of her father?I know he was tortured, and she was forced to watch from captivity through horrific live feeds, ensuring they broke her of mind and soul, just like they did her mother. The Brotherhood and their malicious and psychotic ways to keep women under control. Even Abe and I disagree with that shit.

What can be worse than watching someone you love be carved apart piece by piece? Watching as all their lifeblood pours down their body, and saturates the ground around them. Hearing their screams for mercy and pleas for death? They made her watch. They made her listen. They are the reason she has become what she is. The reckoning that they deserve.

That type of torture would be enough to make anyone a killer. To have them seek revenge against the people who destroyed their family. To have them lose part of their sanity and desire the feel and smell of blood, of chaos and destruction. To have them crave death. Fuck, I haven’t been subjected to anywhere near what Dinah has, and I crave destruction.

Gabriel raged against both of their treatments, and look where that led. He’s gone, his mother is gone, and Dinah is all alone in this world.

Is she, though? She has you and Abe. She has whoever the guy is who’s helping her,my mind questions. No, I want to rebel against the very thought. I don’t want to be responsible for her. I don’t want to have our childhood attachments reacquainted.

Liar,my mind and heart scream.You promised Gabriel. You promised to keep her safe. She is ours.

The thought of the other man aiding her in portraying the‘Unholy Ghost’causes a seething surge of anger to course through my veins. She’s mine, and she will always be mine. Even if I don’t want her, she still belongs to me, discarded or not.

The guard.

I’m positive it’s that guard who was with her. When I see him next, I’m going to cut off both his fucking hands for touching what’s mine. My mind screeches with laughter at my thoughts.Those sound like mighty possessive thoughts, asshole.

You’re dealing with two killers, two vicious predators, and you think you can just take her back? Control her? For all you know, she’s been out there killing people for years. How are you going to control a killer?

I rake my fingers down my face in frustration. My head throbs with the cacophony of memories, all jumbled together, causing my ears to ring. Suddenly, a single thought pierces through the mental chaos, sending a shiver down my spine and raising the hairs on my arms.

The killings didn’t begin until after Gabriel and her mother died. In fact, until that happened, only the rebels had been targeting the Brotherhood in attempts to overthrow our government. No, the first killings began soon after Gabriel and Maria passed.

The last eight months have been filled with prominent families being targeted and killed. Some close to the capital, and others states away. Shit, wasn’t there one in another country? How? How has Dinah pulled this off while she has been under lock and key?

She hasn’t been under lock and key, fucker.

Her fucking white knight.He must have trained her. Dinah went into captivity an innocent who didn’t even know how to throw a punch. Now she’s this trained fighter and killer; he did that. He has had years alone with her to prepare, help, and groom her. He has to be how she has been able to escape her captivity, stalk, and kill all these men.No, not just men. Corrupt members of the Brotherhood.

The knowledge that the guard has been alone with her, training her to be ruthless, toughening up the sweet and soft girl she was and comforting her, makes me irrationally angry. I want to tear out of my house and go after him. I want to painfully slice every part of his body up, rip out his heart, and eat it. He’s had what is mine all these years. He’s changed her, taken my Snow, and made her a killer. A villain. A fucking monster seeking revenge.

Did he do that, or did the Brotherhood?

Abe and I had done a little digging. All of the founding families targeted so far were original members - right from the very beginning, when the world was taken over by the Brotherhood of the Sacrament. When the world fell at their feet with promises of a better world to rise. All of the men, in some way, deserved death. Is my little vigilante out here cleansing the world?

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