35. The Liar
This fucker is suave, I’ll give him that. Brave, too, coming up to Dinah and us like he has. As if he doesn’t care how dangerous we are. He’s either brave or stupid, one or the other, and I have a feeling that I’m about to find out which one shortly. I watch him lean forward, putting himself closer to my Atasi as he speaks to her, invading her personal space, like he has the right to. “I like you, Dinah. You have spirit and a ton of rage.”
Stupid, it is.Zeke’s anger is almost palpable as a vicious, animalistic growl leaves his lips, the sound going straight to my cock and giving me a chub. This fucker is not brave. He simply has a death wish. Zeke is mere moments away from tearing him apart, and I won’t stop him. In fact, I’ll join in with ripping his limbs off for disrespecting us. I don’t trust him. I don’t trust any of these rebels in this room, and my intuition is blaring like the siren of that movie from the old world that Zeke loved to watch, The Purge.
Something is happening here that we can’t see. I need to protect Dinah, and even that fucker Zeke, at all costs. This is a trap being laid. I can feel it. I know that Dinah can feel it too; she’s not naive, we are in danger.
“I see you got two of your devil hounds back. I was betting on you murdering that one.” He nods towards Zeke, and he immediately steps forward, pulling on the leash of restraint that Dinah has metaphorically placed on us.
Fuck, we need to play this smart, but this guy is just begging for a beating. I crack my knuckles, just waiting for him to fuck up, and then it’s on, regardless of how many rebels are in this room. My eyes quickly scan the room for numbers. Well, twenty to two aren’t odds I would typically take, but Dinah is with us, and that gives us an unfair advantage over them. She’s certifiably insane, and bloodlust practically vibrates off of her. My sexy little killer.
Dinah gives Zeke a cold look that has him halting in his movements, as she turns back to the mystery asshole with a fierce expression that has brought men to their knees, yet this prick doesn’t even flinch. Who the fuck is this guy?
“I am not your enemy, Dinah. In fact, you and I have a common goal.” A snort escapes my lips at his words. This guy is all kinds of cheesy. Did he really imagine those words would work on someone like my Atasi? Not a fucking chance, she’s too intelligent and cunning to be manipulated by the likes of him. Got to step up your game, bitch, if you’re going to play in the big leagues with the real monsters.
“And that is?” She questions with a raised eyebrow, and her lips tense, the mask she wears to disguise her emotions and thoughts firmly in place. I can feel the anger radiating off of her frame; it’s there in every line of her sexy body, just waiting to be unleashed. I want her to unleash it. My body, mind, and soul all crave her destruction, crave bloodlust, and to see her unrestrained. Does that make me as much of a monster as she is? Yes, that’s why we are perfect together. There are no sins I wouldn’t commit for her. She is my everything.
“The destruction of the Brotherhood, and the liberation of our world as we know it.” I watch as if trapped in slow motion, as his hand moves forward and his long, tanned fingers softly caress my Atasi’s jaw. In the next moment, my restraint is entirely gone, and I’m grabbing his hand tightly in mine and bending those same fingers backward until an audible snap is heard, and a muffled cry leaves his lips. Dinah’s head tilts in feigned amusement, but I can see the fear and anger in the tiny lines around her eyes.
“Don’t fucking touch her, asshole.” The rage that is always simmering just below the surface of my skin rises within me, demanding that I murder him for touching what is mine. No one gets to have her, no one but us.
My girl, my love, my Atasi.
Zeke moves forward aggressively, his body caging him from behind and vibrating with malice. I can sense that we have gained further attention from those around us, as movements can be heard. As I prepare myself to have to fight our way out of here, and protect Dinah from the rebels, a brazen laugh leaves the man whose fingers I just broke, and my eyebrows hit my hairline.
What. The. Fuck.
He raises his hand above his shoulder, two of his fingers bent grotesquely back, and he nods in the negative to everyone watching. “Ignore my spirited friend here. He takes objection to anyone touching his Ms. Camrose.” Without taking his eyes off Dinah, the fucker snaps his own fingers back into place without even a flinch. The sound is so loud in the silent room that I hear the audible gasps from those watching.
The look on his face, mixed with his actions, has my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach. This guy is more dangerous than I thought. The calm and contained interior is just a mask; he is just as much a monster as we are. That siren in my head blares even louder, telling me to grab Dinah and run.
From the corner of my eye, I see Zeke raising an eyebrow at the action, before schooling his features into the mask of indifference that he wears so well, but the rigidity of his frame tells me he’s ready and waiting for the violence to commence. Neither of us will allow this man to get his hands on Dinah.
The stranger’s eyes move to mine, holding my gaze, letting me see all the anger below the surface. A fake grin crosses his lips, displaying perfectly straight, white teeth that I long to shatter with my fist. “Duly noted, Abraham.”
A bored sigh leaves Dinah, and she uses her elbow to push me back and away from the Holy Father’s man. “Games. You came to waste my time and yours to play games, Mr… ?” She lets the question hang in the air, waiting for him to fill in the gap. I don’t give a fuck what his name is... dead is what he’s going to be, if he keeps playing games with Dinah.
“David, just David.” His eyes appraise her, and I can feel much more than just interest emanating from him. He wants her for himself. He’s attracted to her. My blood pressure rises and I can feel myself already losing control again. I won’t let him have her. She’s mine.
“David? As in David who slayed Goliath?” Dinah takes a step forward, menace radiating off of her as her shoulders straighten, and she brings herself up to her full height. Her head tilts to the side, giving the impression that she’s studying him and thinking, but I know my Atasi, she’s getting ready to gut him. There’s violence in every line of her body, plain to see, if you know how to look.
“You think you’re an underdog trying to take down a giant?” A soft chuckle leaves her pouty pink lips. “Someone thinks very highly of themselves. If you are David, what need do you have of me?”
He doesn’t hesitate, and obviously hasn’t learned his lesson as he moves closer to her again. “You are the slingshot. You are the weapon that I will use to bring the whole thing crumbling down.”
His words give me pause and terrify me. My hand rises again, ready to do damage to this piece of shit, but I force myself to lower it, and remind myself Dinah can fight her own battles. She doesn’t need me, even though I want her to.
He readily admits that he means to use her, that he means her to be the weapon against the Brotherhood. Suddenly the room feels too small, and crowded with too many of our enemies. My eyes meet Zeke’s, and he pushes his body between them. His broad, hard chest bumps against David’s as his features narrow, and his nose flares in anger. He uses his body to force David back a step, and I release the air that was trapped in my lungs.
“You think we will just let you use her for your nefarious purposes? I’ll fucking snap your neck right here while your acolytes watch. I’m not afraid of you or your rebels.” He doesn’t hesitate, shoving David back with his palms on the other man’s chest, who takes a few stumbling steps back and then rights himself, as if Zeke poses no danger to him. Let’s see if he’s still playing at being cool and controlled when I rip his fucking heart out.
“He’s in an old warehouse, deep within Brotherhood-controlled territory, Dinah. I have information that he will be moved outside the country in three days. That is if he even survives that long.” His words freeze us all. My eyes widen as my gaze immediately goes to Dinah, who grabs Zeke by the arm and pulls him back. Sammy. Shit.
The fucker takes that as permission to keep speaking, even though I wish he wouldn’t. His intent with his words is sinister. He’s not here to help us get back what we lost. There is no way Dinah will ignore him now; he knows about Sammy, or at least he is claiming to. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do we do?
“Noah Rothesay hasn’t been the most hospitable of hosts, and my informant says your guard is in bad shape, and not likely to survive without intervention.”
He pauses for dramatic effect, and to make sure he has our attention. He has it, but if he’s just lying to us, I will see him fucking dead. “You see, Dinah, I can give you what you want. I can get your Sammy back, and I can even tell you where the boy is hidden. You just have to be willing to do something for me.”
Shit, we’re fucked. Hook, line, and sinker.This guy has got all her attention. For his sake and that of everyone in this room, I hope he’s not full of it and really does know where Sammy is, otherwise, Dinah is about to go on a killing spree. Shit, she’s going to make the Purge look like a Sunday picnic.