Page 22 of Nun’s Prayer

I turned to the redeemed in front of me.

Her eyes lit with fear. They should be. She realised God was judging her and had found her wanting. But she’d make it up to Him in heaven. God would punish her there. He was waiting for me to send the Sinner there. In ecstasy, with his mercy running through me, I raised the instrument of God, ignoring her whimper; and I wouldn’t stop now.

The barbed tips of the flogger flew, and the Sinner’s scream was ambrosia.

Wylde

“He’s sure?” I asked.

“Yup,” Hatton confirmed. “The fool didn’t realise who he released until he returned to his station and saw the most wanted posters. He fuckin’ had Fox.”

What a total idiot. Didn’t their uniforms study the top ten? Hatton ensured ours did. What type of captain/chief didn’t ensure his officers knew who to keep an eye out for? One in fuckin’ Worcester, MA.

“Miles Fox has the luck of the devil,” I growled out.

“He’s leaving a body trail behind him. His latest victims looked like Storm.” Hatton put four photos down in front of me. Fuck, they did. The pictures showed before Fox and after Fox images. Those poor women had suffered.

“Christ,” I muttered.

“That brings Fox’s kill count to nine.”

“Nine?” I’d known of eight.

“They identified his sister’s remains.”

“Holy shit, Fox had killed the kid!” I gasped. A few weeks ago, we’d been notified that the investigating cops had excavated some bones.

“Feds are taking this over. Too many people are dropping the ball. We know he’s coming here; he wants Storm. Each day, I want his picture on the board so our guys can identify him. If anything happens to Storm, the Royal Harlots will go scorched earth on anyone who fucked up,” Hatton announced.

“I’ll notify them. I’ll also check on that assault victim from the other day alongside Cassidy,” I stated, standing.

“Do that and ensure they’re aware of how dangerous he is. I understand there’s some weird shit over there, but Fox is unpredictable.”

I nodded but didn’t elaborate. My loyalty when at work was to them, but I wouldn’t betray Sapphire’s club for anything. Hatton understood the risk of placing me in the middle.

As I walked out, Cassidy entered. “We’re heading out,” I declared, and Cassidy did an about-face and followed me. I brought him up to date as we headed for the car.

“This guy is a whack job,” Cassidy stated, and I laughed.

“Not the legal definition, but it will do,” I retorted as Cassidy chuckled.

“Fox really has a hard-on for Storm,” he said as I got in the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, it makes little sense that he fixated on her. Storm broke his nose, and Fox claims that ruined his life? I mean, get real,” Cassidy replied.

“There’s an ill wind blowing in, as my gran says,” I quoted.

Cassidy smirked. “You’d hate a quiet existence; that’s why you shacked up with the RHMC President,” he teased.

“Like you don’t have your eye on someone,” I shot back, and Cassidy shut up. Thought so!

“Fox is heading for Soul—or me. My guess is Soul. Fox got his nose broken because he broke Soul’s arm. By hurting Soul again, Fox knows a couple of things. One, he’ll draw me out, and two, I’ll confront him to protect Soul. Fox is a rabid monster, a bully, and egotistical. The ass assumed he couldn’t do anything wrong and hated that a girl put him in his place,” Storm said, shaking her head.

“Whatever his reason is, Miles Fox is unhinged. Storm, he’s leaving a trail of bodies behind, and worse, he definitely killed his sister; her bones were found in the family’s backyard.”

Storm looked shocked. “I remember little of her. She was Soul’s age, so not on my radar. Poor kid, I know she disappeared.”

“She died around the time the parents passed on. Fox reported her missing, and when seven years was up, he registered her death and claimed her half of the money,” I explained.