“Come,myfilthy slut.”
His words alone could make me unravel. My body trembles as I call out his name, and he watches me like he doesn’t want to miss a single moment.
“Killian!” I cry as he groans and fills me with his come.
“That’s it, baby. Perfect fucking girl.”
When he pulls me into his arms, I melt against him, not minding that we’re both covered with perspiration. I know we both need to get up and take a shower but for just a moment, I lay with my head on his chest, feeling his heart beat against my skin. He kisses the top of my head as he moves his fingers down my back with slow strokes. Somehow I know, I’m going to be okay. I’ll get through this because my men will be with me, walking hand in hand. There’s something about each of them that makes the impossible seem possible.
Chapter Thirty
CARTER
The Next Morning…
We arrive at the abandoned barn where the priest waits for us. Two armed guards stand on each side of the building secured by Bones and his brothers.
When the guards standing by the door spot us they wave us over.
Heather walks in first, a confident and slightly crazed smile on her lips. Our immediate attention is drawn to the priest kneeling and shackled to the floor.
“How has death row been?” Heather giggles softly.
“I’m not on death row.”
She rubs her hands together and informs him that he’s wrong.
“Oh but you have been. Please don’t get upset though. It ends today.”
Father Desjardins stares at her, his eyes watery and bloodshot, looking like he hasn’t slept a wink since he has been here.
“There’s still time to save your soul. God will forgive you.”
Heather tilts her head at him, her blue eyes darkening as she balls her hands into fists.
“God is dead.”
He shakes his head.
“In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to his grace.”
She pulls her leg back and swings it forward, kicking him in the mouth.
“Ephesians will not save you. No scripture will. It’s all a pile of lies.”
What he doesn’t realize is there’s no Bible quote that will make her back down. Words from the Bible will only trigger her and cause more violence.
Killian glances at me, a small grin on his face as he mouths, ‘perfect.’
“How long has it been since your last confession,Father?”Heather asks with bitterness in her tone.
Blood drips from his bottom lip as he answers her.
“It has been awhile. I’m only required to go once a year.”
The smile that forms on her lips as she turns to me is foreboding and slightly sadistic, hinting at our girl’s plans for the priest.
“I will hear your confession now. Make it good if you want to be absolved of your sins.”
