around. I watch in the rearview as the three men and a few of the feds come running after me, but they have no hopes of catching up. Does Tuck really think I would sit in the car like a good little girl? After everything I’ve been through? This man forced me into staying with him for years. Beaten, raped and brainwashed, I’m just going to sit here like a scared little woman, while the man I love traipses off to be killed? I think not. Running down the roads, I find myself at the main access drive into the compound. Driving the Hummer through the gate, the drive is surrounded by Paparazzi, probably all waiting to catch a glimpse of Christian. This is what The Master wanted. As the camera men and reporters jump out of my way, I speed up, slamming it into park by the Headquarters door. I know that from their advantage point, Tuck and everyone else can see me.
Pulling a hoodie from the back seat that I had noticed earlier, I think its Razors. I slip it on, and jump down from the vehicle. Members mill around, staring at me, as if unsure of how to react. I storm into the compound, once again, the click of my heels echoing off of the walls. The hoodie will hide the gun in my waist. But the anger on my face, there’s no disguising that. At the end of the hallway, I see Brother Elijah emerge from The Masters room. He stands there waiting for me, his arms crossed over his chest. The man no longer intimidates me. He’s nothing. Once fearing his wrath, today, I hope he starts something, so I can shoot his ass.
Stopping short of him, I stand there, as we stare each other down.
“Mistress, enter, please,” I hear The Master say from his room. Not wanting to deal with Elijah later, I whip out the gun Sara gave me, and shoot him in the head. As his body crumples to the ground, I walk calmly into the Devil’s Lair. The Master sits behind his desk. His long blonde hair flowing over his shoulders. Had I not already known the evil ways he carries, I would think him to look angelic almost. My gun pointing at him, a smile spreads across his face.
“What is the meaning of this Mistress? You run away, from your family, your Coven. You murder Brother Elijah, and point a gun at me? Has everything we done for you not been enough?”
As he leans back in his chair, arrogantly placing his templed fingers under his chin, a new fear washes over me.
“Help? You think you helped me? You beat me, you raped me, and you cut my fucking finger off. Help? You steal these innocent people’s money and promise them safety, and religion. You give them nothing but chores and poor abodes, while you get fat off of them. A child, you want to murder an innocent little boy. That’s going too far. I’ve stood by, for fear of my life, for fear of the man I love being killed by you. No longer. No more will I be your puppet. You’ve crossed a line and it’s time the world see you for what you really are. The Devil.” A loud, boisterous laugh echoes off the walls from behind me. Before I can turn, pain erupts through my head. As I feel myself falling, I can hear someone speaking over me.
“You’re right, she has a lot of spunk. I can see why Sergeant Tucker likes her. She will come in very useful.” Without seeing who the voice belonged to, my world goes black.
Chapter 17
“I can’t believe she fucking did that.” I’ve been pacing back and forth along the access road, trying to calm down , fuming. I should have known better. I’ve seen that look in Jessica’s eyes before. When her mind is set to something, she does it and there’s no changing it. I can’t believe I fell for her little act. Either she’s going to get herself killed, or she’s turning on us. Only time will tell. Agent Cortez with the FBI walks up behind me, shaking his head.
“It’s stupid, I know, but Tuck, she may just be the diversion we needed. This leak to the press has their entrance blocked. I also need you to know that the Los Angeles Mayor called
Pulling a hoodie from the back seat that I had noticed earlier, I think its Razors. I slip it on, and jump down from the vehicle. Members mill around, staring at me, as if unsure of how to react. I storm into the compound, once again, the click of my heels echoing off of the walls. The hoodie will hide the gun in my waist. But the anger on my face, there’s no disguising that. At the end of the hallway, I see Brother Elijah emerge from The Masters room. He stands there waiting for me, his arms crossed over his chest. The man no longer intimidates me. He’s nothing. Once fearing his wrath, today, I hope he starts something, so I can shoot his ass.
Stopping short of him, I stand there, as we stare each other down.
“Mistress, enter, please,” I hear The Master say from his room. Not wanting to deal with Elijah later, I whip out the gun Sara gave me, and shoot him in the head. As his body crumples to the ground, I walk calmly into the Devil’s Lair. The Master sits behind his desk. His long blonde hair flowing over his shoulders. Had I not already known the evil ways he carries, I would think him to look angelic almost. My gun pointing at him, a smile spreads across his face.
“What is the meaning of this Mistress? You run away, from your family, your Coven. You murder Brother Elijah, and point a gun at me? Has everything we done for you not been enough?”
As he leans back in his chair, arrogantly placing his templed fingers under his chin, a new fear washes over me.
“Help? You think you helped me? You beat me, you raped me, and you cut my fucking finger off. Help? You steal these innocent people’s money and promise them safety, and religion. You give them nothing but chores and poor abodes, while you get fat off of them. A child, you want to murder an innocent little boy. That’s going too far. I’ve stood by, for fear of my life, for fear of the man I love being killed by you. No longer. No more will I be your puppet. You’ve crossed a line and it’s time the world see you for what you really are. The Devil.” A loud, boisterous laugh echoes off the walls from behind me. Before I can turn, pain erupts through my head. As I feel myself falling, I can hear someone speaking over me.
“You’re right, she has a lot of spunk. I can see why Sergeant Tucker likes her. She will come in very useful.” Without seeing who the voice belonged to, my world goes black.
Chapter 17
“I can’t believe she fucking did that.” I’ve been pacing back and forth along the access road, trying to calm down , fuming. I should have known better. I’ve seen that look in Jessica’s eyes before. When her mind is set to something, she does it and there’s no changing it. I can’t believe I fell for her little act. Either she’s going to get herself killed, or she’s turning on us. Only time will tell. Agent Cortez with the FBI walks up behind me, shaking his head.
“It’s stupid, I know, but Tuck, she may just be the diversion we needed. This leak to the press has their entrance blocked. I also need you to know that the Los Angeles Mayor called
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