41. The Sinner
Chapter forty-one
The Sinner
Dinah
I motion silently to the rebels with us to circle the large, imposing building, and watch as they march off, quiet as ghosts racing through the dissipating shadows. The night sky is just beginning to lighten from its gloom, with the most beautiful shades of pinks and oranges, as a new day begins, and the air is clean and crisp around us, with a tinge of last night’s rainfall. Excitement races through me with the feeling that this is it. This is when I get to eradicate one more monster that broke my mother. I’m so close, Mom, so very close. I’ve kept my word; I will see you avenged.
Abe taps my right shoulder, and nods toward where Sammy and Zeke are waiting in a thick copse of trees, fully decked out in black clothing, and strapped heavily with weapons. As much as I don’t trust Sarah, she was more than ready to provide us with everything we needed to go after Noah Rothesay. Asa’s confession seemed to pan out, as we sent scouts ahead to locate and observe the warehouse. One of them was able to get a glimpse of Noah entering the large concrete and glass structure, just twenty-four hours ago, and came back with irrefutable proof. Sarah declined to come with us, stating that a leader needed to remain behind, in case the worst happened. The fact that she was referring to all our deaths didn’t slip past any of us. Sammy lost his shit at her words, throwing a chair through a window, and frightening everyone near us with his powerful rage. It took hours, and another blow job, to get him to calm down enough that he wouldn’t go after her, and rip her spine from her body. Honestly, a part of me wanted to let him loose on her, so she would realize that we know she’s concealing things from us. Unfortunately, I will have to deal with her right after dispatching Noah to the underworld, and finding my father and David.
“I don’t like this, Snow, it’s too fucking quiet, regardless of the time. I don’t even spy anyone on guard duty. My father is a cunt, but he’s not stupid or reckless. This smells like a damn trap to me.” Zeke’s words trigger Sammy to pace back and forth, his hands tightly clenched at his sides, and his breathing labored. I wish he had listened to reason, and remained back at the Holy Father’s mansion. No good can come of him like this. He’s already asked me twice if this is real, and his eyes are filled with the terror of his memories of being Noah’s captive. I step away from Zeke and Abe, and grasp onto one of Sammy’s clammy hands, loosening the tight clenching of his fingers and intertwining them with mine, and halting his next step. “Sammy, listen to me. What you’re feeling right now is normal. You have every right to be anxious, scared, and angry. I need you to focus on Zeke, me, and Abe. I refuse to allow Noah to take you away from me, even if it’s just in your mind.” I turn his head with my other hand, refusing to break the connection between us, and force him to look down at me. “You are mine . Do you understand me, Samuel Wendover? Every part of you is mine, and none of it will ever belong to that psychopath. You do not have my permission to splinter like some brittle, weak branch. You are a goddamn majestic oak, and long after all this shit is done and over, you will keep standing tall and firm against all the elements. I am your roots, Sammy, and I am planted firmly and deeply.”
I watch as his throat bobs up and down, his lips in a stern, tight line, and his dark blue eyes glow in the waning light. He nods his head to acknowledge my words, and after squeezing his fingers tightly, and reassuring myself that he’s clawing his way back from the panic trying to roll him, I release him and turn to face the other two silent giants watching. “That goes for both of you too. You’d better not forget who you belong to, and get yourselves fucking killed. I have no qualms about marching into hell and fighting the devil for you. Spoiler, he will fucking lose.”
“Fuck, Atasi, that mouth of yours spewing threats is making me hard. Maybe we could take five extra minutes, so I can fill you with my cum?” I shake my head at Abe’s antics as he clutches his cock, and Zeke slaps the back of his head hard. “Get your mind out of the fucking gutter, asshole. It’s time you help me commit patricide.” Abe rubs the back of his head with a scowl, and glares at Zeke. “Only ’cause you asked so nicely, plus you’re going to pay me back on your knees, with my cock down your throat later, for my help.”
I roll my eyes and count to ten in my head. I can’t even deal with these two, and their lack of taking this seriously. As Zeke suspects, we might very well be walking into a trap. I certainly wouldn’t put it past Noah to ambush us, or even have people inside of the rebels passing him information, even though Sarah reassured us that she had disposed of all the moles. My fear is that Sarah herself is a mole, I’m just uncertain whose.
We don’t have long to wait to find out if it’s a trap, as gunfire erupts from the northern part of the building, and some of our rebel bodies go down. “Fuck, I knew it!” Zeke growls as he clutches one of his guns, and Abe does the same. Abe turns to me with a shit-eating grin and waggles his dark, thick eyebrows, his saffron-colored eyes glinting with both amusement, and his brand of insanity, and I already know full well what is going to come out of his sinful mouth. “Atasi, the first one of us to reach twenty, gets to fuck both Zeke and Sammy’s asses without lube. Don’t worry, babe, we’ll find a strap-on for you!” The unhinged asshole doesn’t even wait for my agreement, before he strides forward with sure steps, toward the entry door on this side of the building, and throws a grenade. “Jesus fuck, so much for attempting to surprise them! Damn reckless fool!” Zeke growls, and marches off after him without a backward glance.
“Nightstar, I never agreed to any of that. I’m not allowing him to do that to me. I don’t care how many of Noah’s men he kills.” Sammy’s contrite face causes a smile to break across my face, even though we are once again in a terrifying situation. I pat his hand and reach up on the tips of my toes, to plant a brief kiss on his lips. “I don’t think he cares whether you agree or not, but don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to keep Abe in line, or at least give him some lube.” I’m expecting him to argue, so it brings me so much pleasure to see a mischievous smile crossing his face, and causing his scar to pull along his cheek, as he lifts his shoulder in a show of nonchalance. “He’ll have to force me to the floor first, and I’m pretty sure I can take him.” Oh my, the image of Sammy and Abe, wrestling naked on the floor while I watch, enters my mind, and I have to squeeze my legs with the way my core clenches. Yes, fucking, please. The minute we are not fighting for our lives, I need to make that happen.
“Let’s go, Nightstar, there are cunts to murder.” Sammy holds out his hand for me, and I rush to pull myself out of the sexy daydream and join him. Fuck, now I’m going off to murder Noah Rothesay with soaked panties.