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My dick was out and in her mouth in less than a minute flat, and that’s where it stayed until my come was hitting the back of her throat.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Sure enough, Romero had me up and out of the trailer before dawn.
Arlen walked beside me like a member of the living dead, not at all a morning person.
I felt fine—lighter, in a way. I’d slept like a rock and woke up with Rome’s words fresh in my mind.
“Where are your people?” I asked, belatedly realizing the acolytes were missing.
“You meanourpeople. I sent them ahead. I need to tell Brock goodbye.”
I nodded, trudging along. There was a chill in the air and the faint scent of impeding rain.
As if conjuring him up, Brock stood by the entrance of the trailer park with his hands in his pockets.
“Heading back out, huh?” He stepped forward, offering Romero his hand.
“I’ll keep in touch. If you need anything, you know how to get hold of me.” They shook hands like they were business partners instead of father and son. He turned his gaze on me and almost looked like he was going to hug me. My body instinctively stepped into Romero’s.
Brock nodded as if I’d just confirmed something. “She’ll be okay with you, kid.”
What the hell? Was I not standing right in front of him? It wasn’t until we were back in the woods, heading up the trail, that I realized he could very well have remembered a semblance of me if he was in The Order like Romero had said.
I almost regretted not saying more than ten words to the guy, but he’d rubbed me the wrong way. The three of them may have been brought up by him, but they were nothing like him. I wanted to question it but that would be asking about his past again, and I needed to stop pushing if he was going to ever say anything.
Our group reached the jeeps in breakneck speed, only the sound of our footfalls interrupting the peaceful silence.
Arlen dozed back off as soon as we were on the road, leaving me, Grimm, and Romero wide awake.
“We know for certain that someone is at the cabin,” Romero explained.
“Okay,” I processed. “Do you know who?”
“Bishop Marco. You remember anything about him?”
“Well….” I’m guessing he didn’t mean remember, as in, Marco couldn’t fuck his way out of a paper bag.
“Marco has a wife, Veronica. She used to visit me with him. I don’t know much outside of that.” I fidgeted for a second, feeling a fresh wave of excitement. “So what’s the plan?”
“There is no plan, aside from killing all these motherfuckers so we can go home.”
We huddled at the edge of the property like soldiers about to go on a raid. The only person missing was Dhal, who didn’t partake in such acts of brutality. Those were her exact words. I had no idea why she even came. It’s not like she was needed to perform a medical exam or anything. I felt great, health wise.
“Just to clarify, we don’t have a plan?”
We’d spotted two delegates standing guard outside the cabin’s front and rear entrance, so walking right in wasn’t an option.
“I got this, sis,” Cobra said, speaking for the first time since we’d arrived.
He gave us all a cheeky wink and then darted off.
“What’s he gonna do?” Arlen asked before I could.
“He’s going to kill them before they have any idea he’s there. It’s how he got his nickname. He’s fast and venomous.”
Sure enough, he took out the delegate out back first. I didn’t see it because I was too busy watching the one out front. When I looked to the back again, I saw the man on the ground in a puddle of blood.
