She turns from him to walk away, and he grabs her ponytail, wrapping it around his fist. He pulls her to the table and bends her over it. Lifting his hand, he brings it down on her ass with one hard slap, causing her to whimper.
“Would you like to fucking behave and go handle your family? Or would you prefer to stay here while I punish your smart mouth for hours?”
I watch curiously to see her response to Dominant Knox. His other side that she hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, but she’s not afraid. As he presses his front against her ass, she moans underneath him.
“Are you ready to be a good girl, Tesoro?”
“Yes,” she whimpers sweetly.
Knox reiterates, “If you want pain, I’ll give it to you, but you will not hurt yourself again. I can give you whatever you need without risking your life. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answers, her voice filled with emotion. The kind that makes me want to give her everything she desires.
“Good fucking girl, Tesoro. Are you ready to go kill some fucking pedophiles?”
He pulls her up, and the expression on her face is interesting. She looks surprised.
“What is it?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“I never thought of them like that. I don’t know why, because that’s exactly what they are.”
Knox leans down and kisses her softly, before tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear.
“Yes, Tesoro, they are. Saying it’s for God, or doing it after a fake fucking marriage, does not change the fact that we are talking about children. You were a child. He can call himself aProphetall he wants, but your father is a goddamn pedophile.”
A sadistic smile crosses her face and she says, “He won’t die like the rest. I have special plans for him. Once I find him, he will regret every choice he has ever made. And I will find him. He can’t hide forever.”
I grab my bow and toss it over my shoulder. I have no intention of using it. I’m going to stand back and watch my girl end the lives that are rightfully hers to take, but if she’s ever in danger, I’ll kill everyone in sight. I have a couple of knives on me, along with a gun, but the bow has always been my preferred weapon. It’s silent and can be used from a distance. It’s beautiful when they don’t see it coming, until they watch the blood leak from their chest as they take their final, gasping breath.
“Lets do this,” Heather says, with a fucking glow to her bright blue eyes that makes my dick hard as a rock. It’s not the killing itself that has me excited. It’s knowing that I get to watch her take back what they took from her. That’s a powerful thing. Something I never got a chance to do.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
KNOX
Carter and I exchange a knowing look as we spot Killian in the garage with a scowl on his face. His eyes drop to her wrist, and guilt flashes across his face before he quickly hides it. He doesn’t say a word, but watches us follow Heather out the door. Carter and I both know he’ll be following from a distance. For someone that wants her gone so badly, he’s awfully fucking obsessed with her.
Carter and I are dressed in black pants with matching black t-shirts. Our gorgeous woman is wearing black cargo pants with crosses, as well as a knife, stuffed into the large pockets. Her t-shirt of choice always makes me laugh. I asked Carter last night if he started calling her Heathen because her shirt has the word scrawled in a distressed font. He laughed and said that wasn’t the reason. It was more because she was a beautifully ruthless killer, serving her justice with crosses. Such a sacreligious way to take someone out, but God, it is fucking hot.
Our job today is to stand back unless she’s in trouble. If any of these sick bastards attempt to hurt her, we will intervene and fucking kill them all. I have wondered what she’ll do if she encounters any of the women living here, particularly hermother. She may not be a man, but she was instrumental in Heather’s pain. It’s not always about the ones that have physically harmed you. Staying silent, and allowing her daughter to be fucking raped by her father, makes her as guilty as he is.
My brothers and I grew up on the run. We never stayed in one place long, because our mother was terrified that if our piece of shit father ever got his hands on Carter again, we’d be burying him, instead of just having him be hospitalized. Our mother did everything she could to keep us safe. She always felt like she failed us because of what happened to my brother, but she didn’t. At least she tried, unlike Heather’s mother. Instead, she allowed a monster to traumatize her child. If my Tesorowants her dead, I’ll gladly take her life in a way that forces her to watch the life drain from her own body; torture is what she deserves.
We walk from our property, across the street, and into the woods covering the pitiful excuse for a church.
“Do you know who you’re looking for?” Carter asks, and she stops walking and looks at him.
“I want the Prophet, but I won’t find him until the others are dead. I’m looking for any man who has taken a child as a wife. If I kill one man, at least one less child will suffer.”
This is part of what makes her so breathtaking. Of course she wants revenge on the man that harmed her, but that’s secondary. Her primary goal is saving the innocent children, and she’s willing to do anything to accomplish her goal. Even if it costs her her own life. There’s something alluring about the way she kills. I guess you could call it poetic justice. These men violate in the name of God, and die by the cross they preach so much about.
She nods to the building.
“There will be a few men out back cleaning their kills.”
“Their kills?” I ask, wondering if they are murderers as well as pedophiles.
She shrugs her shoulders and says, “Deer, bobcats, coyotes. Whatever they can find. My father is paranoid and doesn’t let anyone go to the grocery store. We are only allowed to eat what we can either grow or kill.”
