Page 17 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
“You’ll see, they look stunning!” A wide smile spread across Tim’s face, his eyes wild as he shifted slightly, trying to hide the erection he’d been sporting since they began talking about the girls.
Shaking his head, Dean threw another shovel full of dirt onto Tim, hitting him square in the face. Coughing, he shook his head to rid his eyes of the dirt. “What the hell, man? You said you’d let me go! You said God would forgive me!”
“Man, you are stupid. Did you really believe all that crap about God sending me to find you?” Tim’s mouth fell open.
“There is no mother fucking God! Get it?” Dean tossed another shovel of dirt. “You’re more fucked than I thought. Someone like you simply can’t be helped.”
“That’s not true! I want to change.”
“Oh really? Look at you? You’re sitting in a cold, dirt grave, buck ass naked in front of another man, and your cock is as hard as this shovel. It’s been swinging in the breeze since you started talking about the girls. No, the best thing for you, for everyone, is for you to die.”
More dirt landed on its mark.
“Fuck you, man! Fuck you! You’ll burn in hell for this!”
Dean stopped working and laughed hard, hot tears rolling down his cheeks, his stomach clenching with the sudden outburst. After a moment, his face grew serious. All humor erased as rage took its place.
“I’ve been to hell. I lived there, and I survived its fiery grasp. Do you know what I learned in hell? There are sinners everywhere, and they all need to be eradicated. If anyone here is doing God’s work, it’s me.”
“You’re sick.”
“I’msick?” A low whistle left his lips. “You fucking raped and killed children for your own perverse pleasure!” Dean’s voice boomed. The leather gloves creaked as he squeezed the wooden handle, his muscles flexing with the restraint not to swing the spade.
The man in the hole flinched as much as he could in the thick restraints, his face flushed with droplets of perspiration despite the cool temperature. Dean’s voice lowered. “Let me be very clear, Tim. If there were a God, I’d be one of his angels sent to rid the world of evil like you, for we are The Righteous.”
Dean stopped and sighed, letting go of the building rage. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I get back to the church to get some sleep. Sunday service is tomorrow, and I need to prepare, so I have to get you buried.” Dean shrugged. “Do you think you’ll suffocate before you’re crushed to death? It’s a tough call, but I guess you’ll find out,” Dean taunted, his lip curling up as Tim screamed for help.
It was almost comical. Almost.
