Page 60 of Be My Sinner

“I hope you know what you are doing, Ezekiel. Your sins will not be forgiven. You have trespassed against your own father, breaking one of God’s most sacred laws. There will be consequences to pay, boy.”

I don’t bother replying to him. His threats mean nothing to me now. He, who holds the power, is redeemed. I open the door and walk out of the room, feeling lighter and more hopeful than I have in months.

Now I just have to convince a beautiful, psychotic serial killer to marry me so I can keep her, and the fucking man she’s obviously in love with, alive and safe.

Chapter 30

The Protector

Sammy

It’sbeenhourssinceI was shoved into this hell hole of a locked cellar at gunpoint. Hours since I last saw Dinah as they dragged her away, kicking and screaming, after she bloodied that cunt Ezekiel and his useless mom dropped to the floor.

I tear my hands through my long hair in aggravation of not even having a way to keep it out of my face. Various emotions are cycling through me, but the most prominent of them is fear. Fear for my Nightstar at the hands of men from the Brotherhood.

Fuck, they could be hurting her. They could be torturing her. What if that cunt betrayed her? What if they know that she is actually the Unholy Ghost?

No, if they knew that, I would have been dragged out of here and tortured, or killed, for helping her. I have to believe Ezekiel’s words. He said he wanted to protect her, that he wouldn’t let anyone harm her.

It’s a hard pill to swallow that another man is out there protecting my Nightstar from the evil men who surround us, and pretend to be God’s faithful servants. Dinah is all that I have in this world. She is the only thing that matters. The reason that my heart still beats in my chest. If they needed my life in place of hers, and I truly believed she would be safe, I would gladly sacrifice myself to their blades.

The door behind me clicks, and I hear it unlock. The dark wood door swings open, and on its threshold is Ezekiel Rothesay. The fucker ensured they took all my weapons when they locked me in here. That won’t stop me from killing him, though, if something has happened to Dinah. I will take his life with my bare hands, and send him to meet his maker,the fucking devil.

“You can relax, fucker. She’s fine. Really angry, very destructive, and more than likely insane, but she’s fine.”

He steps into the room without any semblance of fear, like I didn’t almost throw him off a cliff just over a day ago. He’s changed clothing and tidied himself up since I was brought in here, and now he looks like what he is. A tatted, spoiled prince of the Brotherhood. Meanwhile, I smell like death and am still covered in his lover’s blood.

“I need to see her. I don’t fucking trust you.”

“Too bad, Samuel Wendover, that’s all you get, my word. You will have to learn to trust it and trust me with Dinah. We both want the same thing.” He takes another step inside of the cellar, the door wide open behind him, taunting me to escape and go find Dinah.

He must catch the train of my thoughts because a huge Cheshire cat grin crosses his features. “You can try to get past me. You might even make it, but you will never get to her before you’re riddled with bullets. By all means, go ahead.”

He waves his hand at the open doorway. “You, dead, is one less headache I have to deal with. Dinah will need to confront this loss, as she has done with everyone else who abandoned her in this unforgiving and fucked up world.”

“What do you want?”

“Let’s not play games, shall we? You and I both know I want Dinah.” I almost believe he’s sincere, but his cold eyes give him away. He might desire Dinah, but that’s not the only reason he wants her. Something else is at play here. The true reason he is willing to hide the fact that she is the‘Unholy Ghost’.

“There is something else behind your desire for her. She’s not the prize, is she? She’s just a means to get you closer to it.”

He doesn’t dispute my accusation and instead moves further into the room, running his hands over the various food items stored on the shelves. He picks up a jar of peaches before replacing it on the shelf and returning to face me.

“I will be marrying Dinah in just a few short hours,” he interjects, raising his hands to preemptively halt the rage-filled words of my impending refusal.

“Stop. Let me save you some breath. Regardless of your objections or hers, this needs to happen to ensure her safety. Right now, the Brotherhood is out there hunting for two men they think are the Unholy Ghost. Men who have killed over twenty of my Order’s brethren.”

He runs his hands through his Onyx-hued locks, and I finally notice the lines of exhaustion across his features and how he moves stiffly, as if in physical pain. He survived not one, but two beatings, and a stab wound at mine and Dinah’s hands, and the guy is still standing. Still fucking plotting. A small wisp of respect fills me at the thought that he is strong. That he could, in fact, protect Dinah.

“They will continue to hunt for them, but I will ensure Dinah is never suspected. She will remain safe under my protection and with my name guarding her life.” He pauses and looks at me. I see frustration written across his features. Like he is forcing himself to do something he doesn’t want to do.

“You will remain by her side and ensure, not only that her sanity remains intact, but that she doesn’t try to escape the protection that I am giving you both.” He meets my gaze, his never wavering, never showing an ounce of fear or contempt.

“How do you propose to keep them thinking the Ghost is still out there if she’s locked up?” The minute the words leave my lips, the knowledge of how he plans to do it blares right in front of me. “You plan to keep killing Brotherhood members, so they think he’s still out there.”

This fucking guy is just full of surprises. First, he takes her and promises to keep her safe. Now, he tells me that I can remain at her side. I have no doubt that he either suspects or knows for a fact that I love her, and have been intimate with her. Then, for the biggest surprise of all, he’s going to continue to kill his own, in order to keep the suspicion off of her. The question is, why?

“I might even let her kill a few if she’s a good girl and cooperates. I have a feeling that Dinah doesn’t only do it as a need for vengeance. There was too much joy in the killings. She likes and enjoys her work, doesn’t she?” He questions.

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