Page 39 of Be My Sinner

The memory of her holding that blade so confidently, before attacking me with it, has my cock twitching in my boxers. That was so fucking hot, how ruthless and cold she was. She was willing to hurt me, make me bleed, maybe even kill me. My cock starts to stiffen further with each thought.

Another memory soars into my mind. Dinah’s mother holding the gun on herself, tears cascading down her weary and distressed face, with Gabriel’s cold body lying in his casket in the background. The shock and fear on my Snow’s face as she watched the last member of her family commit suicide. What was it Maria screamed at Dinah? A shudder runs down my body as the words enter my mind.

“Avenge me, daughter! Avenge all of those who cannot save themselves from this Order!”

FUCK! Her mother, with her final words, egged her on. Made her think that this was the rational next step, that she had to avenge all of them. To cleanse this world by death and destruction. She’s going to keep killing. She will keep going after the high-ranking members of the Order, one by one, until they are all gone, or she’s dead.

“Dinah.” The name leaves my numb lips as my heart gallops inside my chest with the need to find her.

“Dinah? What about the cunt?” Abraham questions with confusion.

“She’s the ‘Unholy Ghost’.” My eyes glare into his, letting him see my sincerity and belief that Dinah is the killer. That she has been the one out there terrorizing the Order, bringing death to its founding members, and the one stalking the two of us.

Fuck. She could have killed either of us at any point. She could have murdered me in my very bed.Why didn’t she? Why all the cloak and dagger shit, where we are concerned?Does she hate us? Does she want to see us die at her hands? Does she think the two of us were somehow responsible for the death of her family members?

“You’re not serious? Atasi is the killer?” He leans towards me, his hand capturing my chin and pulling me closer. “She’s just a girl. A weak fucking mouse. You are wrong, Zeke. It can’t be her.”

“And yet it is. It’s her, Abe. Her and that fucking guard of hers. He has had years to train her, to groom her. To mold her into the killing machine that she is now. He somehow must have manipulated her to want to go after the members of the Brotherhood.”

Even as I say the words, I know that’s not right. Dinah was always impossible to manipulate, even when she was young. She’s always been strong-willed. If anyone is doing the manipulating, it’s most likely her. “She fought me off and wounded me out there. She could have killed me.”

I rip my chin from his grasp and tighten my hold around his wrist, squeezing tightly. “It’s her. She’s trying to bring down the Brotherhood. To fulfill her mother’s last request; that she seeks vengeance on all those who hurt her family. On the Brotherhood of the Sacrament.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Zeke.” He pulls away from my grasp and rises to his feet. His shoulders hunch up, and the tension coursing through his body becomes apparent in every taut line of his figure. He begins pacing back and forth. His fingers sweep down his face, and his hands ball into tight fists at his sides.

“What if you’re wrong?” He questions.

“I’m not. It’s her.” I release a deep sigh. I would love nothing more than to be wrong about this. The way all this information has now come together, piecing the puzzle together to make the larger picture clear, makes sense. The ‘Unholy Ghost’ is the little girl I grew up with. The one who would ride on my shoulders and clearly had a massive crush on me. The girl who has always been predetermined to be my wife.My Snow.She’s a killer. No, not just a killer, a serial killer.

“If it’s true, and not a figment of your fucked up concussed brain, the Order will kill her if they capture her. Fuck, they will do more than just kill Atasi. They will prolong her death and torture her, as a savage lesson to anyone else who thinks to come against them.” I stand before him, meeting his amber gaze. I see the warring of emotions cross his features. Features that I love on a man who is my whole world.

The room is silent as he looks at me. I can see the gears in his head spinning, as he opens and closes his mouth as if to say something, but then second-guesses himself. His jaw tenses into a hard, straight line, and determination fills his eyes. “We have to get to her first, Zeke. We have to protect Atasi. Gabriel would have wanted us to. He would never have allowed any of this shit to happen. She was his everything.”

His words are daggers stabbing into my heart and soul. He’s right, even if I don’t want to admit it. No, Gabriel would have never let any of this happen. Nor would he allow the Brotherhood to ever capture her, even after all she’s done. FUCK! I made him a promise to always protect her with my very life. The life the little bitch is actively trying to take.

I gaze at Abe, the sole remaining member of our trio, the man for whom I’d sacrifice anything. He is the most important person left in my world, except for a dark-haired, blue-eyed enchantress. A promise binds me to her, a vow to shield her from the countless dangers this world presents. Can I keep my vow and also keep him safe?

“No more waiting; we leave now. No entourage with us, just you and me. We surprise them. If I’m right, and I know I am, she will have bruises and cuts all over her body, from where I got in some good shots. She wouldn’t be able to hide them.” I grimace at the thought of the hits she took from my fists and blade.

“What about the guard?” Abe asks, already moving to grab clothes from my closet and throwing them at me.

“We fucking kill him,” I grunt as I slip my pants up my pained legs. As I shift from one foot to another, the pulsing and burning from my calf reminds me of how talented my Snow is now with a blade.Psycho bitch, I’m going to enjoy running my own knife down her pretty skin in payback.

“Zeke, fuck. He’s kept her safe. She’s killed over twenty men.” I get what he’s saying without actually having to utter the words. This bastard taught her what she knows. He’s had six years of keeping her safe from the Order. He’s out there helping her kill Brotherhood members in some deranged need to avenge her family. He has to have feelings for her and her for him. Maybe he doesn’t deserve to die.She would never let me kill him.Anger flows through me once again.

“I don’t give a fuck, she’s mine. She’s always been fucking mine. The only ones who will protect her from the Brotherhood are us.” I drag my shirt over my head and release a harsh groan at the pain in my back from where Snow stabbed me.

Once we get to her, I am going to spank that perky fucking ass of hers and make it red like a goddamn tomato, for all the damage she has caused to my body. I might even let her enjoy it a bit before I choke her out with my cock down her vicious little throat, while she glares up at me with those stunning eyes.

“Ours, Zeke. She’s fucking ours. You belong to me, and so does she.” He storms out of my bedroom door without a look back.

Well then, fuck, I guess we are going to get our Dinah back. Whether she wants us to or not. The image of Gabriel enters my mind as I move towards the door.Don’t worry, brother; I will keep my promise and keep her safe. Even if the threat to her is her own self.

Chapter 18

The Sinner

Dinah

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