Page 23 of Nun’s Prayer

“That sick fuck. His arrogance was always going to be his downfall. Wylde, you mentioned victims?”

“Fox is dropping bodies, and they all look like you, Storm,” I said, not holding back. Sapphire hissed as Storm’s face saddened.

“I feel sorry for them, but he won’t control my life. No, Prez, I understand the danger, and I’ll be extra vigilant, but you’re not locking me down. They’ve been chasing him for months and haven’t got close. The one time they did, Wylde explained Fox slipped through their fingers. Soul needs warning, but I’m alert,” Storm said, cutting Sapphire off. My woman’s gaze narrowed, and I knew she wouldn’t argue in public. Storm had bought some time, but not much, as Sapphire watched her head outside.

“Babe,” I grabbed her attention. “It’s best we get Fox alive. Some families need to see justice.”

Sapphire met my eyes before nodding. Whatever that meant, I didn’t know.

Nun

“Hey,” Priest said, falling into step with me. I glanced up and saw him wearing a suit. Shit, this guy had money; even I knew that was expensive.

“Yo,” I responded in a surly mood.

“How are you doing?”

I stopped and held Priest’s gaze. “You suck at this. What do you want?”

“At what?” Priest asked, perplexed.

A laugh escaped me. “Small talk. Tell me what you’re after.”

“My cousin. You’re hiding her; give her over, Nun.”

His cousin? Who the hell was that?

“Don’t lie to me,” Priest ordered, holding up a hand as I went to speak.

My eyes narrowed. “Seriously. You think you can issue me orders? We spent one night together, and now you know me and are comfortable dictating to me? Fuck you, Priest. I take commands from no man. That includes you.”

“And Blue?”

“Blue is none of your business. Leave his name out of your mouth,” I flared up.

“Wow. Blue’s more than a club slut.” Priest smirked.

I smiled and poked the tip of my tongue out, touching my top lip, and leaned forward. Priest’s eyes dropped to my breasts, which were happily on show. “You’ll never understand what Blue is to me. You won’t ever earn that privilege.”

Priest’s stare flared with anger, and I stepped back and went to move on. “Nun. I just want Brielle; she’s a damn teenager, not even sixteen.”

“Who’s Brielle?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“My cousin,” Priest ground out.

“What’s she got to do with me?”

“I was told I’d find Brielle with the Harlots. If you’re running flesh…” I was at Priest’s throat in a blink, my knife digging in.

“Don’t. Ever. Accuse. Us. Of. Running. Children. I will bury you for that,” I hissed. Something poked into my stomach, and I felt the point of his own dagger.

“You quick enough to slice me open before I stab your windpipe?” I taunted.

Danger lit Priest’s eyes as he held my gaze. “Wanna try?”

“I’m up for a laugh,” I retorted.

Priest searched my face and stepped back. “Just give me Brielle. I’ll take her and go.”