I glance at Heather when we make it to a long hallway with bedrooms and hear a woman’s moans coming from one of them. She shakes her head in disgust confirming that she thinks it’s Abigail.
She whispers into our earpieces.
“Please, don’t kill him.”
I’m worried about what happens next. I can’t imagine potentially killing either of my brothers. Heather might be faced with an impossible choice. Even when I didn’t want to speak to Killian, I would never have taken his life. I’m concerned about how this decision will affect Heather long term.
Carter clears each room until we get to the end where we can still hear the woman crying out in pleasure.
Carter glances at Heather and she nods, giving us the go ahead. When we walk through the door, none of us are prepared for what we see. This changes everything.
Chapter Sixteen
THE HEATHEN
Iwas prepared for so many things when coming into this room, but not this.
Grave is fucking my sister, but that’s not what catches my attention. It’s the baby in a bassinet. As much as I want to grab the baby and make sure him or her is safe, I don’t. I keep my eyes on the prize. Grave, naked as the day he was born. His back is to us and he’s far too preoccupied to know that there’s a room full of people watching him.
I step forward but keep some distance so my men don’t lose their minds.
“Grave is such an interesting name if you think about it. You call yourself that because you have ended so many lives. And now, I’ll end yours,Gabriel.”
Spinning around, he narrows his gaze at me, cracks his knuckles as I smile at him with my gun pointed at his chest.
The cracking of his knuckles has always been his silent threat. For years it caused me to cower to him, but much to my surprise—I’m not afraid anymore.
“Get on your knees, Gabriel. Show Abigail what a good boy you are.”
I have my finger on the trigger ready to pull it if I need to when Abigail jumps off the bed and in front of him.
“Abigail, I am warning you. I will kill you if you choose this. Now, move.”
She tilts her head to the side, places her hands on her hips, and stares at me with pure venom in her eyes.
“I will protect him, I will protect the Prophet. The wicked and ungodly shall never win, for the Almighty Father reigns over evil. Obedience is the key to the gates of heaven. I will obey. If I die in my pursuit of obedience to my men, I am granted salvation in the afterlife.”
No. She drank the fucking kool aid.
Obedience.
This is the Prophet's teachings. As women, we are born and taught that for us, obedience is of utmost importance. Because that’s how they control us.
Grave reaches behind him, hands her his gun and speaks in a loving tone to her that we both know is fake. But Abigail doesn’t. She is lost to indoctrination.
“This is a holy war, Abby. Make the choice to not allow evil to win. You were born for this. You will lead our righteous women into the Kingdom of Heaven.”
She takes the weapon and raises it. It’s a split second impossible decision. It’s either her or me. We can’t both survive.
“I loved you, Abigail. You were my one light, but you dimmed it yourself.”
I pull the trigger, shooting my sister in the heart, while breaking my own in the process.
Carter moves in quickly as my sister's body slumps to the floor and presses his gun to Grave’s head.
Killian and Knox surround me, shielding me from looking at the evidence of what I just did.
I take a deep breath to stabilize myself and carry on.
