Vincent didn’t turn around, nor did I, as a single shot rang out in the darkness. Instead, Vincent stumbled, and I caught him as his chest heaved and my heart shattered.
Fuck. Fuck. Please, Levin. Call my bluff.
The soft sound of a body hitting the ground sounded out in the quiet night.
“She’s dead,” Vincent choked out. “S-she’s gone. Baby B. Fuck. My baby B.”
The hardest part was over.
Now, we really went to war.
Epilogue
Dominic
The man stood with his back to us, waiting for what would never arrive. Ivanov had bailed. My court members had reported that he was seen on campus with his two remaining guys.
Silently, I moved behind the man and put the gun to his head. He froze.
“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned,” I snarled softly in his ear.
“I was paid to be here. I know nothing—”
“Shut the fuck up and listen,” I said, tightening my hold on the gun. “I have a job for you. Are you agreeable, or do I have to shoot you in your fucking head?”
“I-I’ll do whatever you need. Please, don’t kill me.”
Nothing satisfied the maniac within me like begging.
“Are you Catholic? It’s important to me that you are being as I am,” I said conversationally, yet dangerously. I had no clue what kind of piece of shit Ivanov had hired. I assumed he was Catholic, but assuming tended to get me into a bit of trouble, so I figured I’d ask.
“I-I am,” the man answered. “I’ve been a priest for thirty years.”
“Good. Do you do business with the Ivanovs often?”
“N-No. The young one offered to pay for things we needed for the church. I agreed to help him tonight if he paid.”
“Ah, doing evil biddings beneath a fucking halo. Why does that not surprise me?”
“I swear to you, I meant no harm—”
“Shut up.” I pressed the gun harder to his head.
He held his hands up, trembling.
“I need you to perform a ceremony. Think you can handle that?” I spoke softly, not wanting to be overheard.
“Y-Yes.”
“I’ll double whatever Ivanov promised.” I paused, thinking about the mess in the woods. Fuck it. Plans didn’t change. They just became altered.
“I have a girl who needs to be my queen. Do you think you can help me?”
“I-I can marry the two of you if that’s what you wish.”
“Good. She may not be so willing, but it’s a non-issue.”
The man nodded as he trembled. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d pissed himself.