Page 67 of Be My Sinner

The Liar

Abe

Thereissomuchnoise outside the room I’m lying in that it wakes me from my drug-induced sleep. A wince leaves my lips as I try to adjust my battered body more comfortably on the bed. Pain radiates up my side, causing nausea to rise and my chest to tighten.FUCK!

Quick flashes of images fly across my mind, of when I was brought here to the Rothesay compound. Memories of pain, confusion, and a glimpse of Zeke’s worried face. I don’t know how much time has passed, but it feels like mere moments to my weary body.

I can’t believe that little psychopath shot me. She stared me dead in the eyes and shot me, after giving me a beating. A beating I may have deserved. A grin crosses my lips at the memory of how glorious she was, standing there with her dark hair surrounding her. Her blue-gray eyes shone with malice, and her body leashed with violence. Shit, my cock wants to harden at just the image. Unfortunately, the rest of my body has objections.A lot of fucking objections.

“My little Atasi, how I long to wrap my fingers around that pretty neck of yours,” I whisper to myself. Knowing full well the first chance I get that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

The door to the room suddenly opens, and I’m greeted by the sight of a short and slender, bespeckled man with thinning gray hair. “Ah, you’re awake, Abraham. Bless the saints, boy. You gave us quite a scare!”

“Brother Jeremiah?” I question, feeling entirely out of sorts as I run my hand through my wavy hair, and my fingers get tangled in the blood-coated strands.

“Doctor Jeremiah to you, son. You were fortunate that the guard had experience field dressing wounds. That ‘Unholy Ghost’almost succeeded in killing you. He and his companion will be found and brought before the Order for punishment and execution. Don’t you worry, son. You just need to heal; truly a miracle you didn’t die.”

He moves further into the room, lifting what looks like a medical chart from the nightstand beside me, and checking on whatever is hanging on the intravenous pole, and being pumped inside of me. I can tell it’s some of the good shit ’cause the pain is present but mellow unless I move around.

“Good, your blood pressure has stabilized.”

His words finally make it through the thick, drugged fog that’s wrapped itself around all of my working brain cells. He said the ‘Unholy Ghost’was still on the loose with a companion, but he also mentioned that the guard did an excellent job field-dressing my wound.What the fuck is going on here? What shit has Ezekiel pulled off?The fucker better still be alive to give me answers, or this whole world will burn.

“Ezekiel? Where is he?”

“Hmmm…oh, probably preparing for his nuptials, I would think. The boy has gotten himself a beauty. I saw her when she arrived with you. She was a little ragged, but I’m sure the wives will clean her up,” Jeremiah answers distractedly as he continues to read my chart.

“His nuptials?” The words feel like ash in my mouth.

What the fuck does this guy mean that Ezekiel is preparing for his nuptials? The‘beauty’he’s referring to has to be Atasi. A jealous fire starts within my veins at knowing he thinks she is beautiful. That he looked at her. The urge to jump out of this bed, choke him out, and then pluck out the eyes that stared at my girl is riding me hard. She’s fucking mine.Well, mine and apparently Ezekiel’s, since the fucker is marrying her.

“Yes. They are in a couple of hours. Everything has already been prepared. I heard the Holy Father himself will be proceeding over it. What a true honor that is. He’s a lucky man to find such favor at a young age,” he murmurs, oblivious to the impact his words are having on me.

“I just came in here to check on you before I head to collect my wife, and make my way to the cathedral.”

The cathedral.That’s where they are all heading, of course. The Holy Father would have insisted on it, and so would have Noah Rothesay. He’s all about rubbing his high standing within the Brotherhood in everyone’s noses. The fucker wouldn’t have missed an opportunity to make a spectacle of this event.

The question is, why is Ezekiel allowing that to happen? What could have happened that would have made Ezekiel push forward with a wedding, without even waiting for me to be able to attend?

Maybe he’s done with you now that he has her?My mind rasps the words through the fog. Fear wraps itself around my chest like a slithering snake filled with poison, ready to end my very existence. Ezekiel wouldn’t do that to me. He loves me. He has always loved me, just like I have always loved him.

He loved Gabriel, and look what happened to him.No! I refuse to believe these thoughts. These doubts that are trying to wrap around me, and convince me that he could so easily discard me, after all that we have been through. After all the years together.

Something must have happened after I was shot and passed out on that forest floor. I hate not being in the loop, especially where Ezekiel is concerned. That fucker belongs to me.ME!

He seems to have somehow forgotten that, as evidenced by leaving me here, and running off to marry Dinah.There will be consequences. I will have him down at my feet with my cock shoved down his tight throat, so he remembers whose altar he truly worships at.

I slide the bed linens off my body and throw my legs to the side of the bed. The minute my feet hit the hardwood floor, a sharp pain shoots through my abdomen and makes sweat bead at my temples. I grit my teeth hard to swallow the scream that wants to escape my lips. My eyes close tightly, with the wave of dizziness and brain fog that attacks me. No, I have to get out of this bed. I have to get to Ezekiel.

“What the heavens do you think you’re doing, boy? You’ve been shot. You need to stay in that bed!”

I ignore the concern in his voice and tense my body, using my fists on the mattress to propel me to a standing position. “Find me some pants and get this shit disconnected.”

“I will do no such thing, Abraham Mercier. You have been injured, and only by the true grace of our Lord and Savior are you alive. You need to stay in that bed.”

I stare him down, letting him see the madness that is about to overtake me. I won’t lie in this bed, without knowing what is happening, while Ezekiel is out there with Dinah. Something fucking occurred, I’m sure of it. I need to get to that cathedral. I have to speak to him and see with my own eyes that he has not abandoned me for her.He wouldn’t, would he?

“Either get me a pair of pants, and help me dress so I can get to that wedding, or know that I will make sure I fuck your pretty little daughter and put a bastard into her that I won’t acknowledge, tarnishing your fucking house and making you and her pariahs amongst the Brotherhood. Especially when I confess that she begged me to sin with her.”

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