Page 5 of Nun’s Prayer

“She said he was too old for her,” Bella cried. “He was only thirty-five; she was being picky!”

“Picky?” I whispered. “A thirty-five-year-old man fancied your fifteen-year-old niece, and you think she’s being picky? So, you sold her and took all her things and then kept accepting my ten k each month, and stole my gifts and gave them to that cunt?”

“Ethan!” Bella cried, wringing her hands.

“Collect everything that belongs to Brielle and pack it. Right now. If you call the cops, Blair will eat a bullet.”

An hour later, Brielle’s stuff was in the back of my SUV. I turned to the family. “You had a home invasion. Didn’t see who it was. Whisper my name, and I’ll return. And while I torture you two, I’ll ensure Blair’s shoved into prostitution, and I’ll make sure you stay alive to watch her repeatedly sold to men. Am I clear? Brielle was your niece, Bella. She was Uncle Jon and Aunt Marcie’s only child, and you treated her terribly. She didn’t even cost you a fuckin’ cent because I paid for her. Except I wasn’t; I was funding your lifestyle instead. Life is about to become very difficult for you. You shouldn’t have shit on your blood, Bella,” I promised.

I started to leave, then stopped and turned back with a smile. “Just in case you’re doubting I have that power, heard of The Priest? That assassin on the top ten most wanted list? Yeah, you get it,” I said as they all paled.

I’d been on the news several times; hell, every fuckin’ authority in America was after me, and I hadn’t even considered those abroad.

My message sent, I walked away. Within a week, I’d have emptied their bank accounts, Ross would die painfully, Bella and Blair would end up on the streets. And they’d realise it was me who’d done that. That was revenge for Brielle. I got into my SUV and drove towards the address they’d given me. I had a paedophile to kill.

“Please, I wasn’t aware!” Tim Dane yelled.

I smashed his knee with the sledgehammer, hearing the satisfying crunch of bones.

“What? Didn’t know what?” I yelled. The asshole lived on a small farm, alone; I could make as much noise as I wanted.

“About you!” he squealed.

I snorted. “Me? You’re worried about me and not kidnapping a fifteen-year-old girl to use as a sex slave?”

“Wrong! She’s my wife!” Dane yelled, and I smashed his foot. His sobs drowned out my growl.

“In this state, she can’t marry until she’s sixteen. You’re a dirty kiddie fucker, and I’m going to end you. I want to know where my cousin is,” I roared. “If you were genuine, you’d have married her legally and not paid for her.”

I swung again and crushed his hand.

“She ran away! The night I brought her here, Brielle struck me over the head and fled!”

“Did you touch her?”

“No! She escaped!”

“Tell me the fuckin’ truth.” I smashed his other knee.

“I kissed and grabbed her tits. They were firm and perky, and I tried to get my fingers in her panties, and that’s when she knocked me out,” he squealed.

The red mist descended, and I let rip. All I could see was my cousin’s sweet, scared face. I’d find Brielle, and nobody would ever harm her again.

Nun

I entered the clubhouse and grinned as Wylde swung Sapphire over his shoulder as she beat his ass and carried her away. I chuckled as he didn’t hesitate when she bit his butt, and he reached up and casually swatted her.

“Never thought I’d like a cop,” Sparrow said, sitting next to me.

“Nope. But he ain’t bad,” I replied.

“He’s trying to knock her up,” Belladonna announced, joining us.

I turned wide eyes on her. “Does Sapphire know?”

“No. But Wylde is determined,” Belladonna answered.

“You gonna tell her?” Sparrow murmured.