When it sounded again, I had no doubt who it fuckin’ belonged to.
LILAH!
Pushing my legs as fast as they could go, I aimed for the flames, that creepy deep murmuring becoming clearer. It didn’t take me long to realize it was that fuckin’ strange-ass Bible talk shit that Lilah did.
Hearing footsteps behind me, I glanced round to see Styx and Flame on my trail. Flame’s face was lit with excitement, Styx’s with concern.
Raising my Uzi at Lilah’s screams, I finally broke through the trees and froze.
Two men were flat on the ground, rolling around and babbling a language no fucker could understand… in front of a fire… a stake… a fuckin’ stake with a naked Lilah… screaming… in pain.
“Lilah!” I shouted, tearing forward, hearing Flame’s angry roar and curses stringing from my brothers’ mouths.
The men on the floor didn’t even concern me. Lilah, all I could fuckin’ see was Lilah, flames licking up a pile of wood, almost at her feet.
Looking around, I saw Cowboy and Hush fuckin’ paling at the sight. “Cowboy, Hush! You’re with me!”
Both brothers followed me toward the pyre. Lilah’s eyes were shut, a damn crucifix burned into her naked torso. She was beat, bloodied. I scanned down her body as Hush and Cowboy ran behind the stake and, one on either side, began slicing off the rope around her wrists and feet.
Knowing Cowboy and Hush had the ropes, I started kicking at the wood around her feet. AK and Smiler joined me until a path had cleared enough for me to get through to my woman.
“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 fucked-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 fuck, 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… fuckin’ NO!Blood staining her pussy… fuckin’ cum streaming out of her cunt.
They’d raped her… They motherfucking raped her!
Fists clenched, I laid Lilah on the grass, a fuckin’ 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 fucker 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 motherfucking 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 fucker 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 fuckin’ rip you apart and send you to Hades, motherfucker.”
“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 fuck 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 fuckin’ 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.