Epilogue
Dominic
T he man stood with his back to us, waiting for what would never arrive. Ivanov had bailed. My court members had reported that he was seen on campus with his two remaining guys.
Silently, I moved behind the man and put the gun to his head. He froze.
“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned,” I snarled softly in his ear.
“I was paid to be here. I know nothing—”
“Shut the fuck up and listen,” I said, tightening my hold on the gun. “I have a job for you. Are you agreeable, or do I have to shoot you in your fucking head?”
“I-I’ll do whatever you need. Please, don’t kill me.”
Nothing satisfied the maniac within me like begging.
“Are you Catholic? It’s important to me that you are being as I am,” I said conversationally, yet dangerously. I had no clue what kind of piece of shit Ivanov had hired. I assumed he was Catholic, but assuming tended to get me into a bit of trouble, so I figured I’d ask.
“I-I am,” the man answered. “I’ve been a priest for thirty years.”
“Good. Do you do business with the Ivanovs often?”
“N-No. The young one offered to pay for things we needed for the church. I agreed to help him tonight if he paid.”
“Ah, doing evil biddings beneath a fucking halo. Why does that not surprise me?”
“I swear to you, I meant no harm—”
“Shut up.” I pressed the gun harder to his head.
He held his hands up, trembling.
“I need you to perform a ceremony. Think you can handle that?” I spoke softly, not wanting to be overheard.
“Y-Yes.”
“I’ll double whatever Ivanov promised.” I paused, thinking about the mess in the woods. Fuck it. Plans didn’t change. They just became altered.
“I have a girl who needs to be my queen. Do you think you can help me?”
“I-I can marry the two of you if that’s what you wish.”
“Good. She may not be so willing, but it’s a non-issue.”
The man nodded as he trembled. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d pissed himself.
I lowered my weapon as Vincent approached. I nodded at him, and he took the priest by the arm and led him out of the building. I followed and tugged my phone out of my pocket as it buzzed with Levin’s name on the screen.
I’d received another call from him thirty minutes prior, telling me he was sorry for disobeying me. He didn’t sound sorry though. He sounded like he was going to punch me in the face when he saw me again.
“It’s taken care of. I’ll meet you there,” Levin said gruffly into the phone.
“You sound winded,” I said with a soft chuckle.
“I just carried two bodies out of the fucking woods and loaded them into my trunk. How do you want me to sound?”
I smiled. “Happier than Vincent.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Not yet.” I watched as Vincent slipped a black bag over the priest’s head before he zip tied his wrists and helped him into the backseat of my car. “I’m waiting to see the look on his face.”
Levin scoffed. “It’s not the look on his face you should be worried about. It’s the look on hers."
“Send Bianca my love.”
“I doubt it’ll be received with open arms.”
“Perfect. I love it when she fights me.” I hung up and went to my car.
“Everything OK?” Vincent asked.
“Great,” I said, smirking at him.
He scowled back at me.
“Man, what the fuck are we doing with Ivanov’s priest? We going to kill him too?” he asked sourly. “Do we need more blood on our hands tonight? We’ve already murdered our girl.”
“I have a better use for him,” I said.
“What’s that, you fucking black-hearted sinner?”
“Get in the car and find out.”
Vincent gave me the finger but slid onto the passenger seat, looking the saddest I’d ever seen him.
I started the car and eased down the gravel road. “Do you have anything you can wear to a wedding?”
Vincent did a doubletake before opening his mouth, comprehension dawning on him. “You mother fucker.”
I gave him a wicked smile. “Not yet. But soon. We’ll start with the wedding first.”
To Be Continued in Pretty Little Sins