“Kahn,” the stranger says, slapping him on the back in a show of friendship.
“Amir, I had to kill the priest,” Kahn tells him, but the stranger, Amir, doesn’t seem fazed.
“Let’s go.”
Kahn’s strong arms wrap around my frame, and he lifts me into the truck as if I am merely a feather.
I’m his.
I can never be anyone else’s.
“Lie down, and don’t come up until I tell you to,” Kahn instructs me before shoving the door closed. He slides into the passenger seat, Amir behind the steering wheel.
I obey.
Closing my eyes, I grip the beads that are still in my hand, and I pray once more. I have a feeling it will be the last time I do.
Kahn knows some of the things I’ve done, yet he’s taking me with him. He’s seen the darkness that dwells in my soul. The moment he slid into my body, I know he saw it, and he devoured it like a starving man.
He devoured my sickness and fed me his.
I always thought I’d end up in Hell for all that I’ve done.
But now, I’m on my way to Heaven.
Kahn
Thy Kingdom come;
For ever and ever. Amen
It’s been a week. A long fucking week, and I still haven’t found any more information on what’s happening with Da Rosa. As soon as the plane touches down, I’m at the door, watching the attendant tug it open. Once the hot air hits me, I’m down the steps, closing the distance toward the car that’s sitting not far from where we landed.
Frustration burns in my veins when I make it to the waiting car. “Where the fuck is Cordero?” I bite out. Blood. All I see is crimson when I reach the vehicle and realize that the man I was meant to meet isn’t even here.
“Mr. Cordero had to be rushed back home, the compound is on lock down,” one of the men in a black suit rumbles when I turn my angry glare on him.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“Da Rosa attacked the moment we arrived. Someone knows you’re looking into him, and they’re not happy. We got Mr. Cordero back to the house, but we lost two men.”
Maeve is behind me in the next second, I feel her calmness, but it doesn’t abate my need to kill. “Take me to the compound,” I order, slipping into the backseat of the Mercedes SUV. I’m anxious. I never wanted Maeve to get involved in all this bullshit, but she insisted on following me here.
Working for Heaven wasn’t in the cards for her, but it was the only way I could give her the freedom she needed. I still haven’t told her everything, but even so, she’s here, beside me.
If it weren’t for me, she’d still be locked up with that asshole, Dominic Da Rosa. I only found out it was his brother that we were looking for when I got back to the mansion.
As we weave through the traffic, I take note of the houses on either side, making a mental note where we’re going, how long it takes to get there, and when we pull up to the compound, I’m still lost in thought.
“I’m with you all the way,” she murmurs, sliding her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together.
“I know, little nun,” I smile down at her, but happiness is the last thing I feel. I know Victor, I’ve known him for going on ten years, and I know he won’t deny me help if I ask for it.
Pushing open the car door, I exit the vehicle, tugging my girl along with me. My heavy black boots crunch along the gravel as I make my way to the door. It swings open before I have time to knock. The man who steps out is none other than, Victor Cordero. King of Colombia.
“Victor,” I offer my hand which he accepts. “Where is he?”
“Da Rosa has fled,” he tells me, shaking his head in… what? guilt? Fuck that. “I have a team leaving on my private jet this afternoon, they’re tracking the plane, and it seems they’re headed to Europe.” This information makes my body tense, every muscle rigid with fear that I may never see my sister again.
“We need to get there, I want to be on that jet, Victor,” I tell him earnestly, but he merely smiles.
“Let’s have a conversation in my office,” he says. “I have a proposition for you.” And with that, I follow him through the doors, with Maeve right behind me.
THE END? Or… not?
About Dani
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Entropy
Petra J. Knox
Temperance
Moderation in accordance with reason the desires and pleasures of the sensuous appetite.
Blurb
Beware of Sister Constance. Don’t look her in the eye, don’t speak a word. And definitely don’t be alone with her.
Seeing the weakness in your soul, she'll tempt you, then gleefully celebrate when you give in. And give in, you will. She only has your best interest at heart.
She is havoc. Chaos.
She is entropy.
Chapter One
A familiar sigh escaped Father Devon’s flared nostrils within seconds of seeing me escorted into his office by Sister Harriet. With my hands folded neatly on my lap, I perched on the seat in front of his desk. The Sister’s large form was behind me like a penguin hovering, and I couldn’t help the glee that made the corners of my lips curl.
“Ah, I see you find this amusing, Sister Constance.” Father Devon leaned back in his leather chair, tossing his pen onto his ledger in front of him. His eyes were glacier blue. He was attractive, with dark hair lightly dusted in more salt than pepper, thick and combed back, framing high cheekbones, a sharp blade of a nose, and a full mouth.
The parish adored him. The Sisters went gooey in his presence. Babies cooed at him. But I knew that it was only a matter of time before he left our convent doors. I could sense these things from miles away. He wasn’t what they thought.
“No, Father—” I began but felt claw-like fingers digging into my nape.
“Forgive the intrusion, Father Devon, but Mother Mary Margret said to bring the insolent girl to you at once.”
Father Devon’s eyes never left mine. “And what has she done this time?”
What have I not done today? I wanted to ask.
“We caught her at the gates talking to the…”
“Prostitutes,” I supplied when she hesitated.
“Quiet!” Harriet hissed. “She has been told a number of times to stay inside the gates, Father, and she refuses to obey. I’m almost prone to wash my hands of her!”