Page 58 of Nun’s Prayer

“Fuck,” I groaned as I looked at it from his point of view.

“You didn’t even discuss it with Brielle and get her opinion. She’s nearly sixteen. I can damn-fuckin’-guarantee she’s more sexually aware than you are.”

“Shut up! She’s my innocent girl,” I hissed.

Undertaker laughed. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

I scowled, and then Brielle appeared. “We need to talk.”

“How long have you been listening?” I demanded.

“Long enough. I know what a triad is, Ethan,” Brielle said.

While I spluttered, Undertaker turned to Brielle and frowned. “Don’t you mean a throuple?”

“No, if Ethan and Blue aren’t screwing each other, it’s more of a triad situation.”

Undertaker made a seesaw motion with his hand before nodding. “You might have something there. Okay, kid, while Priest remembers how to breathe, I’ll let you school him in what a teenager knows.”

Brielle grinned as Undertaker ruffled her hair and walked away.

“You—”

“Shut up,” Brielle ordered. “Why are you being so stupid? Do you love Nun?”

“That’s none of your—”

“Ethan. Stop the crap. Do you love Nun?”

“Yes…” I sighed.

“Good, she’s badass, and if I need a stand-in mom, she’s it. Nun came for me, a girl she didn’t know, and saved me. She rode into a hail of bullets, and I’m not being dramatic, and kicked ass and took names. You’re stupid to let her go,” Brielle stated.

“Brielle, you are at a delicate age—”

Brielle huffed and cut me off again. “Stop making excuses. Blue’s a nice guy, really kind, and he loves Nun. Which means Nun is seriously badass to have two good men adore her. Yeah, it will be weird at first, but we can adjust. What is sad is rejecting love when it’s offered to you.”

With that, Brielle slapped me in the face with the harsh truth.

“I was worried about how it could affect you,” I admitted. “And how others might perceive you and treat you differently.”

“You believe they don’t when they hear Mom and Dad are dead? Ethan, there’s a generation between us, but who’s the adult here? Throwing away Nun because of other people’s opinions? Well, fuck them. Who are they? Nobody! They’re just judgmental fools, and who needs them? It’s almost as if you’ve become a coward.”

“Don’t hold back,” I teased, and Brielle shrugged.

“Are we going to get Nun, sit down, and sort this out, or are you planning to keep moping for another week?”

“You say Nun is a kickass woman? So are you, baby cuz,” I whispered and hugged her. It felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

“Let’s go find her and Blue,” I said. There had to be a way to resolve this so everyone got what they desired.

God’s Reclaimer.

I ground my teeth as I watched Margaret in her short skirt waltz through the grounds of the resort. She’d arrived here a week ago with that male whore and two older women. One of whom was the whore’s aunt. Margaret had come with them, and they were staying in the most expensive suite. She’d certainly changed from the woman who revelled in God’s light to a materialistic bitch.

Margaret had become far worse than most of the sinners around us. She’d once known the warm, loving hand of God and had turned her back on him. She deserved to feel the flesh flayed from her body and weep tears of blood for his divine mercy.

In anger, I wanted to tear her wicked eyes and lying tongue from her. As for him—I was aware of what type of perverted things he allowed.