Chapter 34
Saint
the offering - sleep token
“Nice to see you alive, you big bastard.” Rex takes me in for a man hug, slapping my side, and it forces the first groan I’ve allowed from someone touching it.
“Are you okay?” Indie asks, stepping forward as her eyes soften on me.
It’s the first time they have since I quite literally fucked her within an inch of my life; the rest of the time she’s kept a narrowed glare on me, worsening with the red cast over her face.
She really is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been blessed to set eyes upon, and adding that she’s pissed?
Fuck, I need to get her out of here; I hope she stays pissed at me.
That might be my favourite look on her.
I take the vest, gun and knife Dawson offers. Rex folds his arms, looking at Indie like a scolding parent. “He’s fine, didn’t stop him—”
Weirdly enough, his mouth clamps shut when I cock the gun, keeping a warning gaze locked with him, yet it’s missed with the ache in my sides.
The Judge sent their doctor in to half haphazardly stitch me up once he left hours ago; they always seem to have one on standby. Probably because they torture every soul they get in here. No one dies an easy death.
That spoils the fun for these fucks.
But my side is wet; both of them are actually. I ignore it as my dad’s voice comes through the earpiece. “On my way to you, we’ve cleared the lower floors, and they’re on the roof.”
“Anyone with them?” I ask, clipping the vest into place. It’s rubbing on my fucking wounds. Right now, I don’t give a shit. I’ve had enough bullets in me for one week, so the vest stays.
He chuckles. “It’s only the Judge and George.”
Fuck.
Conrad obviously left to find a dentist to fix his gnarly gnashers.
No matter, he won’t have many places to hide now once his lifelines are cut off. That fucking grin he’s sporting certainly won’t be hard to miss.
“Let’s go,” Rex says, heading out into the corridor. The red alarm lights eventually switch off, replaced with the normal dull ones that light this palace. Although, I might need to invest in my own so I can fuck Indie under them.
She looked like my very own demon under them, like the pair of us had finally been brought home. Fucking her in my kingdom of hell sounds delightful.
We head through the corridors and make our way towards the back of the building, stopping at the torture chamber they’ve been taking me into every single day since I’ve been in there.
“Check that room and make sure it’s clear.
There’s an outside stairwell,” I say to Dawson, who heads inside with an armed Regina; the sight makes me flinch.
She smiles at me, looking pretty fucking comfortable with that gun. Indie’s clearly rubbed off on her.
“I’ll check the door to the roof,” Rex says, disappearing around the corner.
I press my back against the wall as we wait for my dad, sighing as I keep watch on either side. Indie moves to the opposite side, mirroring my form. “I hope you know, I’ll be mad at you for a very, very long time.”
Oh I fucking hope so, darling.
I don’t regret what I did, not completely.
If me being stuck here kept them away from her, I was good with that. Even if I died, I knew my dad would finish the job. He knows what she means to me, and that her safety is my number one priority.
But that obsessive, possessive and selfish prick of a side of me regrets ever allowing myself to be separated from her. Especially when I’ve had her back in my life for only a number of weeks.
And then I thought I was going to lose her for good.
That was harder than the entire six years thinking she’d moved on.
The moment my cock slid inside her, those selfish thoughts wanted to beat the shit out of me. “Never had angry sex before. Guess we’ll check it off the list when we get home.”
She tries to keep a straight face, rolling her eyes at me instead, but the way she wets that full bottom lip has my dick sensing her inner thoughts.
It’s fleeting, instantly going limp when crackles sound in the room behind me, and I burst through the door to find Dawson firing down the emergency exit. I turn to face Indie and shout, “Get in here.”
She’s already got her decision spreading across her face, and there’s more gunfire sounding from where we were standing.
“Fuck, I’m out of bullets!” Rex roars in my ear, and I see it.
“Indie,” I warn, but she whips out of sight.
God dammit!
“Gina, keep an eye on this corridor.”
She glares at me worriedly, gulping before her shaky reply comes out, “Okay.”
I rush after her, heading down the corridor and taking the space where the gunfire roars louder, and stop dead in my tracks.
Fuck.
I can’t even breathe at the sight.
The blue in her eyes roars like white-hot fire. Death and destruction radiates around her each time the edge of her knife slices through one body, a bullet from her gun hitting the other
“Saint! You just gonna stand there and fucking watch?” Rex roars, pulling a guard from behind the cell door, snapping his neck and throwing him into another.
That’s exactly what I’m doing.
Watching her.
Imprinting this moment into my mind.
My darling girl.
My beautiful fucking monster.
Conjuring death like a vengeful goddess.
I should hand her my throne right now, because I’m not worthy of such a sickening beauty.
I hear footsteps thumping from my left, and my arm raises to the side, a bullet meeting its mark on whoever tried to disturb my show, their body hitting the ground with a harmonious thump.
“Left, Indie,” I say, her head snapping and raining bullets into someone getting a little too close than she should have allowed.
She turns to me, face splattered with blood as her wild eyes pin me in place. “Bite me, Saint,” she growls, sliding behind the alcove as more bullets crack down the corridor.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand as I grip the fucker trying to sneak up on me coming out the cell. “Later, baby.” The metal of my knife cuts through his jugular like butter. “I’m busy.”
Indie ducks down and calls out Rex’s name, sliding her spare gun across the floor. He manages to shoot whoever is left at the end, and the air no longer cracks.
I march up to her as she wipes her forehead with the back of her palm, pulling her to me, crashing my lips to hers, knowing she just killed someone with my cum inside her.
Fuck, I want to drag her into the closest room.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I growl against her lips, and I feel her smile.
“Stairwell’s clear.” Dawson rushes out from behind me, appearing with Regina at his side.
Dad confirms he’s one floor below us, and we all move towards the double doors, the guys having to kick them open from the barricade they’ve tried to lock themselves in with. I try to join, but then my vision sways, my eyes having to forcefully blink it away.
Footsteps thump behind me, all of us turning with our guns aimed, but lower when we see who it is. “Son,” my dad greets me, clasping my shoulders as his eyes reflect like glass.
“You ready?” I ask him, keeping my voice low.
He’s waited over sixteen years for this day.
He gives me a tight nod, and when the doors open, we’re hit with a burst of cold air, the rain beating down violently as the storm hits its peak. Dad, Rex and I lead the way, the lights jumping through the rain as we make our way up the stairs.
I don’t know if it’s the altitude or what, but the dizziness is intensifying. Fuck, I can’t pass out and miss this.
Dad holds his hand out, mouthing for us to stay put while he creeps up ahead. Malcolm might have been out of the game, but the man has never had his tactical skills leave him.
A shot cracks through the air, and we all follow as he rushes onto the roof, roaring in the wind and rain. I can’t make out a fucking word he’s saying with the buzz in my ear, but I don’t need to. My eyes already give me the answer.
The Judge is on his knees, and George frantically paces back and forth, until Dawson shoots him in the shoulder.
My dad hands his gun to Rex when we approach, leaning over to grip the Judge and pulling him close to his chest. “Not so fucking smug now, are you?”
The Judge squirms to break free from my father’s grip. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
A darkness I’ve never seen takes over Dad, the control he’s always had a firm hand on snapping. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment? Sixteen fucking years!”
His roar could rival the storms. The woodland surrounding us shudders from the pain in those three words alone.
Both get into a verbal battle, and I swing my unsteady gaze to Dawson standing like the soldier he was in a past life, gun primed to shoot at George, who’s rolling around like a wimp and gripping his shoulder.
Indie walks up and whispers into Regina’s ear, who’s standing like a ghost, mirroring the same look of horror I saw on Indie’s face at the manor, but whatever she’s telling her, it’s keeping Regina from plummeting into the same void.
When I close my eyes, they feel heavy, the black licking at the edges.
“Your manor is ablaze, your clients and associates are being hunted down. Your entire society is falling as we fucking speak,” my dad roars each fact at the Judge. The life they’ve kept so well hidden, kept indulging in for their sick fucking pleasures, has his already pale face turning ashen.
“And now I want you to watch as I take the last of your name, and after this? Your other son will be hunted down and made to pay for the sins of his father. You have nothing left.”
Regina stares down at George, inching closer to him with a vice-like grip on the gun.
George laughs up at her, and my swimming gaze lands on Dawson, whose finger is flexing over the trigger. “You two just can’t keep away from my brother and I, can you?”
This little cunt’s words have got the hackles standing up on my neck, but I wouldn’t be able to do anything right now. I’m fighting the inevitable back here.
My hand brushes against my side. It’s soaked as it mixes with the blood and rain, and when I turn my palm up, the blood runs off the side.
“Gina?”
She doesn’t respond to Dawson; she’s in a trance, looking up towards Indie for reassurance.
A scuffle next to me has me stumbling backwards to see my dad, who’s got the Judge pressed to his front, his leather-gloved hand gripping his face so he watches what’s about to happen to his heir.
“We had a good time, didn’t we, Gina?” George coughs, blood spilling over his chin.
These fucks just don’t know when to stop, even on the brink of death.
And that’s all it takes.
She unloads the gun into him, the Judge’s roar breaking through each time a bullet leaves the chamber, until she’s rapidly clicking against the trigger, running on empty.
The Judge is dragged by my father over to the edge of the roof, his screams of protests piercing my ears as his reality comes crashing down.
His dying thoughts will be how he lost it all, everything their family name has carried on for over a hundred years, gone within the space of a couple hours.
Because Conrad will die; that’s a fucking guarantee.
My girl walks towards him, that sickening but wickedly beautiful look on her face as she stands before him. I’m waging a war in my mind, tremors wracking with the coldness in my body, but I’m not missing her.
There’s not an ounce of fear in her eyes. In fact, she looks like she’s having the time of her life.
Fuck.
I love this woman.
“How the mighty fall.” She cocks her head, a chilling giggle leaving her throat.
“I’ll make sure to tell your last remaining son how much his dad cried and begged for his life.
How much of a pussy you really are. I’m sure he’ll follow in your footsteps once I have my way with him; he always was a little bitch. ”
My dad flips him round, hovering him over the edge as he whispers something in his ear, the Judge’s fear-filled eyes radiating nothing but hatred towards him.
I know what it is; it’s his last checkmate.
Harris Kent’s revenge comes back to haunt Omnia from the grave, unknowingly helping fuel the force that’s brought down his entire society.
But it’s his youngest daughter’s last words that hit the mark, his resentful gaze snapping to her the moment before it ends forever. “Lesson learned.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, the Judge’s scream dying out as he falls to his death, I give in.
Let the darkness know its master’s making a visit home.