Zane (Rogue Angels MC #4)

Prologue

ZANE

My hands are clenched around the man’s throat. His face is purple, his lips swollen, his wide-open eyes are bulging out of their sockets. He is not breathing. He is dead. But I can’t make my hands unclench, I can’t release his throat. I can’t move.

I have him pinned against the wall of the sacristy. The embroidered white robe he was putting on when I walked in is lying crumpled at his feet. The stench of burning candles and incense coming from the church is making my throat dry and my eyes water.

My arms are shaking from the strain of holding up his dead weight, but I can’t let go.

Once I let go it will be done. I will have killed a priest.

And no matter how much he deserved it, no matter how much he had it coming, he is still dead. And I am a murderer.

Hell awaits me.

But Sienna awaits me too.

Her eyes no longer full of tears and sadness like they were when she told me what he had done to her.

How he lured her into this very room and locked the doors.

How he raped her on the floor, how he threw her out afterwards, chased her out into the darkness with her school uniform all ripped up and her face and body all bruised up.

And then he did it all over again a week later.

And again and again after that.

I should’ve ripped up his fancy priest clothes too. I should have bruised him up too. But the bruise from the single punch I gave him never materialized. He was dead before it could.

He’s a heavy man. A tall man. And Sienna is small. Fragile. Delicate. Like a tiny little bird… she shook exactly like one of those in my arms as she told me the story.

Her nightmare is over now.

The monster who almost broke her is gone now.

She can heal now.

I’ll make sure she does.

Just as I made sure her abuser can never hurt her again.

Because I love her with every last inch of my soul. Every breath I take. Every beat of my heart.

Just as she loves me.

And people in love do everything and anything for each other.

Even kill.