Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen #2)(94)
“Lilah!” I called as I approached, but her head was lolling from side to side. Fuck, she wasn’t with it.
“Ky, brother,” Hush called. “Her back’s been lashed to all hell, real f*cked-up Jesus crucifixion shit.”
I was visibly shaking with rage, and when Hush and Cowboy signaled the ropes were free, I lifted a limp Lilah from the stake, her blue eyes opening. “Ky? My Ky… you are here… but you do not really love me. It was all a falsehood… I am so sorry… sorr—”
Lilah’s eyes suddenly rolled back and she lost consciousness. “Lilah! Lilah!” I called out, confused as f*ck, but she wouldn’t wake up.
Running out of the path of flames, I bent down, checking her over. There was blood everywhere. Burns, scars, bruises, lashes, and—
No… f*ckin’ NO!
Blood staining her *… f*ckin’ cum streaming out of her cunt.
They’d raped her… They motherf*cking raped her!
Fists clenched, I laid Lilah on the grass, a f*ckin’ red mist flooding my eyes. Ripping off my cut, I laid it over her body and turned to face the bastards spewing that psycho shit.
Styx held some old f*cker in his arms, the bastard almost shitting himself as he stared at us. But Flame, Flame was holding his blade to a man’s throat, his pig-sized brown eyes watching me with my bitch, my bitch that he’d tried to motherf*cking burn.
Flame was whispering something in his ear, something I couldn’t make out. But the dick-sucker in his arms was hearing it, paling and losing all the blood from his face at what our club psycho was spouting.
Deciding to start with him, I walked straight up to his face and, throwing all my strength behind it, punched him clean across jaw. Flame threw back his head and laughed as blood spurted from the Jesus-wannabe’s mouth.
But the f*cker bounced back.
“The soul who sins shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be upon himself, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon himself.”
His eyes flared as he coughed up the Bible.
Gripping his cheeks, my face met his. “Nah, the soul that sins is gonna f*ckin’ rip you apart and send you to Hades, motherf*cker.”
“Then Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire.”
“Fuckin’ kill him, Ky. Kill him or I will,” Flame hissed, his blade pressed so hard it started to draw blood.
“She is a temptress, a harlot! She must burn. She must repent!”
Turning my attention to the old f*ck being held by Styx, I pounded over to where he stood, his face all high and mighty and proud.
“You got something to say, Grandpa?”
His wrinkled face reddened and he said, “She is born of the devil! She tempts anyone in her path. She must die! It is the only way to save her damned soul!”
“Maybe you need to f*ckin’ die,” I spat back and turned my attention back the other cunt. He was the one that had hurt my bitch, and he was the one gonna die first.
“She was once my daughter! And she tempted even me!”
Stilling, I slowly turned to the old man. Rage like I’d never felt before swept over me. Reaching into my boot, I pulled out my blade, marched up to where Styx held him, and slit his throat. Styx dropped his almost-dead ass to the ground, and I knelt down and said, “You pedo piece of f*ck. You touched your own kid and then f*ckin’ blamed her. Tell Hades I said hello, ‘cause that’s the only place you’ll be going.”
As he gurgled on his blood, I stood, but not before I crushed his nuts and winkle-dick with my boot, smiling as he screamed out, the movement slicing his throat farther.
Shock spread on his features as blood poured down his chest. I left the molesting f*cker to choke. He deserved to die… slowly.
“Ky!” Flame shouted. I jerked my chin at my brother, and his hand was shaking. “I wanna kill him. I wanna spill his blood… slowly. I wanna f*ckin’ bathe in that shit.” Flame’s crazy black eyes were set on the Jesus in his hold.
Walking back to the disciple, I looked into his eyes and said, “You f*cked my bitch? You lashed her, burned her, and tied her to this f*ckin’ stake like you’re some cardinal in the Spanish Inquisition?”
He tried to give nothing away, but his eyes and nostrils flared slightly. That was all the confirmation I needed.
“Flame,” I said, “take off that f*ckin’ gay-ass white dress he’s wearing.”
Flame frowned, but pushing the prick forward, he wrenched off that god-awful f*ckin’ tunic and held it out. Glancing behind me, I spotted Cowboy and Hush with Lilah and said, “Cowboy?”
“Yeah?”
“Get this on Lilah. Cover her the f*ck up so none of you f*cks are staring at her *.”
Cowboy took the tunic, and I turned back to the bearded disciple. “So you f*ckin’ raped my woman?” I asked tightly, feeling f*ckin’ sick at the image. I felt like my blood was boiling, f*ckin’ bubbling under my skin.
“She is a temptress and I am a blessed elder charged with her care… I was saving her black soul!”
Pointing my Uzi at his leg, I fired and sent a slug straight into his thigh. He screamed, but Flame put his gloved hand over his mouth to shut him the f*ck up.