Chapter 60 Faye
Imentally noted that after all this hocus pocus bullshit was over, I would be taking a much needed vacation, perhaps on a beach somewhere with my titties out. The ocean made my problems seem so much smaller than they truly were.
Right now, a part of me felt like I didn’t know who lived in my skin anymore.
Another part of me felt like I had died with Ma.
And a different part of me knew I was now someone else entirely.
I had to leave some parts of me behind in order to grow into this new being, this stranger that I was to myself.
These powers still felt foreign, and there was still so much I needed to wield and learn.
I had no time to process—my people were being taken and sacrificed.
Innocent women were depending on us, they needed us.
They needed me. This wasn’t just about me anymore, this was bigger than me, and I’d make sure I’d be the fucking end of it.
Ryker opened the old, dusty grimoire, showing us wicked illustrations of women being sacrificed by demons displayed on the pages. Jax grabbed my hand and squeezed it, reassuring me he was there and I was safe.
“Women are the strongest spell bounders in our world. This is why their sacrifices have always been women.” Rocky placed her leather jacket down on the chair.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Jax asked, rubbing his coarse beard.
“That Faye’s jackass ex-husband is a cultist, who was going to sacrifice her for wealth? Precisely!” Rocky said, smugly.
All I wanted to do right now was lay down with my daughter and hold her, because I thought for exactly an hour yesterday, that my child was taken and gone.
My mother… gone. My thoughts alone were too much for me to carry.
I felt the lingering sensation of grief that had made its way into my bones permanently.
The lights began to flicker the more my anger boiled.
“Calm down, Faye,” Jax said, grabbing my fuming hot hands.
“I don’t think, in any realm or parallel, that statement detonates a bomb, brother,” Ryker said, convincing Jax to just shut up.
“I’m so tired of everyone dictating how I should feel in this situation!
” I shouted across the room. The light bulbs above us cracked and shattered to the floor, the shards of glass gravitated to Ryker’s throat, small trails of crimson beginning to drip from his neck.
I closed my mouth in shock, forgetting the evil that resided in me.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I said repeatedly, apologizing to everyone around, and falling to my heavy, exhausted knees.
“Don’t be sorry, your darkness doesn’t scare me, little witch. It is my home. It is all I’ve ever known,” Jax said. I embraced his coldness as it iced out the surge of heat brazing my body.
“I say we kill them all. Let them meet their maker,” Jaxon suggested, at peace with his decision.
“I like the sound of that plan, brother.” Ryker sat up from the oversized wooden chair.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Jax twirled some alfalfa between his teeth. “If you think I’m going to put my girl in danger, you’re mad! We just got Birdie back, thank the gods!”
I stood from the oversized brown leather sofa, still covered in my mother’s blood and dirt. “He’s right, Jax, this has to end,” I said.
“I will not put you in a path of danger, Faye!” Jax gritted his teeth, not even wanting to entertain my words.
“It is not your decision!” My voice took on a morbid tone, overpowering him and slicing him wide open, knowing he felt the vexation behind my words. He knew damn well he was going to lose this battle.
“Dammit!” Jax stood from the Reapers table.
I stood before him, claiming my voice. My vengeance. “I am not afraid anymore.” I grabbed his hand, letting him feel the power surge through my fingertips.
“If anything happens to you, I will kill Hades himself,” Jax said, bringing my hand to his lips.
“What are we planning, prima?” Rocky said, walking in with a presence of doom following her.
“Birdie is bathed and fast asleep in her bed. It’s time to whoop some ass.
Listen, I’m a Robles, too, nobody messes with mi gente.
So, what’s the move?” Rocky asked, grabbing herself a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.
“Yes, Birdie is safe for now, but Faye and her bloodline are not. I’ve done my research on these fucks. They will do anything for wealth and to get back to their realm permanently. They’re not going to stop until a sacrifice has been made,” Ryker commented from the round table.
I realized then that my life was in the hands of an abusive cultist. I nearly broke away from a dark fate.
Now his doomed fate was mine. All of this led to one doomed human—Vadon.
He took and took from me until I was nothing.
Weak and rigid. He was a thief of my peace, my life, and my mother. He would fucking die.