by Tillie Cole
“Maddie?” he pushed, his intense black eyes completely unnerving me.
“Maddie is at Our Savior Church,” I revealed. “She has been going there for a while now. We all have.”
Flame stumbled back like he had been punched in his stomach and his face contorted with pain. “No…” he hissed, looking from Styx to Ky, seeking confirmation. They both nodded, their expressions stern.
Flame fisted his hands and his body physically shook with anger. “NO!” he roared, causing me to jump and grip onto Ky. Flame began picking up chairs scattered around the yard, smashing them on the ground.
“She can’t be there! Why the fuck did you take her there?” he screamed out. All the brothers gave him space, watching him with confused and worried eyes.
Whipping out his blade from his cut, Flame began slicing at the skin of his arm, blood pooling from the cuts. He was shaking his head profusely and mumbling to himself. “They can’t. She can’t be there. Hurt. She’ll be hurt. They’ll hurt her. She’ll scream. I can’t hear her scream. Maddie. My Maddie. Maddie. FUCK. MY MADDIE!”
Throwing back his head, Flame let out a deafening, blood-curdling scream then, burying his blade into a nearby tree, turned and sprinted down the hill.
“Fuck!” Ky spat. AK and Viking glanced to him and Styx. Ky stood with me in his arms and ordered, “Get the fuck after him and don’t let him kill no one in that fuckin’ church!”
AK and Viking ran after him, the “psycho trio” once again hitting the road as Ky had ordered.
Ky looked at Styx and said, “More fuckin’ drama, prez. And what the fuck issue does Flame have with a motherfuckin’ church?”
Styx signed something response and they both huffed out a humorless laugh.
“Will Maddie be okay?” Mae asked Styx.
“Vike and AK will get to him first and calm him down,” Ky said and Mae warily nodded her heard.
Strangely, I was not worried for Maddie. For as ill in the head as Flame seemed, he was completely infatuated with my sister, and if I had it judged right, Maddie viewed Flame differently to the rest of the male population of whom she was so intensely terrified.
I had learned of late that someone who appears wicked on the outside, may actually turn out to possess the kindest soul of all. Flame projected violence and hate, but when he looked upon Maddie, you could see nothing but adoration in his stare.
Only time will tell, I thought to myself.
We ate, the men drank, and by nightfall, we were ready to retire to bed. When everyone had left our yard, Ky scooped me up in his arms and carried me to our marital bed, all the time gazing at me with those beautiful blue, adoring eyes.
When he asked me if I was happy with my new life, I could only reply with the truth. “Ky, my heart… it beats for you. My lungs, they breathe for you. My soul…”
Ky’s eyes filled with emotion as I spoke.
“What, sweet cheeks? Tell me,” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.
“My soul… belongs to you. You saved me, baby. You wanted me for the me inside. Even looking like this, you make me believe I am enough.”
“Fuck, baby,” Ky whispered and, gripping the back of my head, smashed his lips to mine.
After we had dived into a sensual heap, explored each other’s bodies, this time under the sacred blessing of the Lord, I realized Prophet David had been wrong all along.
For he preached that no man could truly love a woman of Eve. And no woman of Eve would ever have the love of a pure soul.
But I, Delilah, a Cursed woman of Eve, had the pure untainted love of Kyler “Ky” Willis, a pure and protective soul, unwavering in his devotion, truly loving me without condition.
And I, Delilah, a Cursed woman of Eve, had found what I had always dreamed of.
I had finally been saved.
I was never meant to fall for him, but the forbidden love I found with The Hades Hangmen VP turned out to be the key to my salvation.
Epilogue
Ky
I stretched my hand out to my wife’s side of the bed, wanting my baby close. All I got was cold sheets under my palm, not the handful of warm tit I was searching for, my hard cock joining me in my disappointment that my old lady had crept outta bed without telling me. Cracking open my eye, the rising sun flooded the cabin with it’s blinding light, making me wince.
I fucking hated the morning.
But my baby loved it.
What the fuck time is it anyway? I thought as I rolled over seeing the clock on wall read five a.m.—sunrise.
Sitting up in bed, I pulled a smoke from my bedside table and swung my legs outta bed, my feet hitting the wooden floor as I stretched out my back.
Slipping on my jeans, I walked from the room into the kitchen and stood at the back door, knowing exactly what I would see through the window.
And there she was, Lilah, sitting on the edge of the garden watching the sunrise come over the hill in the distance. She was dressed, as always, in a long white nightgown, but this one was sleeveless, low necked and thin strapped—an improvement on the one she used to wear. In fact, I’d burned those fuckers, they didn’t have enough access.
Since becoming my wife a couple of weeks ago, she had gradually opened up to me more, about her past, her fears. And she had finally become happy with herself. The scars on her face had freed her of her demons.
She thought herself ugly.
I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Opening the door and stepping out on to the porch, I walked over to Lilah, her head tipped back as she drank in the sun, a whisper of a smile on her lips.
Taking a final drag of my smoke, I threw the cherry to the ground and silently kneeled down, pressing my lips to Lilah’s pursed mouth.
Taking her by surprise, Lilah gasped, her hands landing on my cheeks in shock. Taking advantage of her newly opened mouth, I slipped in my tongue and Lilah immediately groaned as my tongue met hers.
Pulling back, I kissed my way over the face-long scar on her face and eventually pulled back to stare down into her big blue eyes, her black lashes seeming huge as they fluttered against her cheek. Lilah’s face was flushed and she was out of breath, but a huge smile spread on those fucking beautiful fat lips.
“Mornin’, sweet cheeks,” I greeted, flashing her a grin and giving her a wink. I sat down the dewy grass beside my old lady, immediately lying down on my back, placing my head on her lap.
Lilah’s hand lifted and combed back my hair with her fingers as she smiled down at me. “Good morning, baby,” she said quietly, then glanced away, tilted her head and pressed her fingers over her lips telling me to be quiet.
I raised my eyebrows as everything went silent, then birds suddenly began to sing and Lilah closed her eyes, just listening to the noise. A serene expression lit up her face, and her eyes drifted open to look into mine.
“Mockingbirds,” she whispered, like the sound of her voice would disturb their song.
You should always wake in the morning and listen to the birds. Flashbacks at some of her first words to me raced through my head.
I couldn’t believe that we were here right now, like this… fucking married… fucking happy.
My chest began to ache with how much I loved this woman, and I reached up, pulling Lilah down on top of me. Lilah screamed out a laugh as she landed on my chest, her hands gripping my biceps.
“Ky!” she shouted, giggling and, wrapping my hands in her short hair, I forced her down to my lips, this time wanting more than just a fucking kiss.
Running my free hand down Lilah’s nightgown, I lifted the bottom and brought it up to her waist, exposing her naked ass, before slipping my fingers back down the crack of her ass, past her pussy, finding her clit.
Lilah broke from the kiss on a moan and looked down into my eyes, her eyes hooded as her hips began to work against my fingers, her hips stroking my cock.
“Didn’t like you not being in bed this morning, baby.
Didn’t like waking up alone,” I said as I pulled down the straps of her nightgown, her perfect stacked tits now exposed. Leaning forward, I took a nipple into my mouth and licked at the hard, raised flesh.
Feeling her pussy was drenched, I released her tit from my mouth and rolled us over until I was lying on top of her. Making quick fucking work of snapping the buttons on my jeans, I pulled out my cock, and wrapping Lilah’s leg over my shoulder, sunk straight into her wet hole.
“Christ!” I hissed through gritted teeth as I filled my woman to the hilt and immediately started working my hips, her tight cunt feeling so fucking good.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, Lilah’s eyes closed as I reached down and circled her clit with my thumb. I watched my woman as she licked along her lips, her long moans getting louder and louder, the faster I pushed inside her.
Feeling my balls tighten, I clenched my jaw and breathed through my nose, trying to keep control. “Fuck, baby,” I said, “You’re so fuckin’ tight… so fuckin’ beautiful…”
“Ky!” Lilah cried out and jerked as her pussy started clenching my cock. Her nails dug into my neck and her fingers pulled on my long hair, making me groan. “I am close… I am… ah!” Lilah’s head snapped back and her back arched as she came. I pushed into her three more times, keeping tight hold on her leg over my shoulder and bellowed out as I came so hard that my legs actually shook.
Out of breath, I wrapped Lilah’s leg loosely around my waist and dropped my chest down to hers, nuzzling into her soft tits.
“Mmm…” I murmured, licking at her damp skin, “now that’s a good fuckin’ way to wake up.”
“Yes,” Lilah said, breathlessly. “Morning’s are most certainly my favorite time of the day.”
Laughing at her attempt at a joke, I raised my head and crushed my lips against hers, only breaking away to say, “Love you, beautiful.”
Lilah blushed, even after all this time and cupped my cheek. “I love you. And you are beautiful too,” she said shyly.
I waggled my eyebrows. “Oh, I fuckin’ know that, baby. This face couldn’t be more perfect. My body’s like a Greek God’s, and my cock is as long—”
Lilah pushed her hand over my mouth, and laughed, one side of her mouth not quite as high as the other due to her scar. But it only made her smile look cuter to me.
Lilah’s blue eyes softened and she let out a sigh.
“What, baby?” I asked, stroking my finger over as much of her body as I could.
“I am just so impossibly happy. Before you I was vacant of love. Now I am replete. Before you I lived without hope. Now I am inspired. Before you I was broken. Now I am whole.”
“Lilah,” I rasped, fighting a fucking lump in my throat at her words. I tapped over my heart with my fist and said, “You’re in here, Li. You’re fuckin’ always in here.”
Lilah reached up for a kiss, and after an age, I finally pulled back. Grinning down at my woman, I pulled out from inside of her, got to my feet and held out my hand. “Let’s go eat.”
Lilah took my hand as I pulled her to stand and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, leading her into the cabin.
As soon as we entered the kitchen, Lilah moved to the cupboards and set to making food. She still loved to cook, in fact, she did it any chance she got—which got no damn complaints from me.
I sat at the table and just watched her whipping around the kitchen, humming church songs to herself and wondered how the fuck I ever lived without her before?
Within fifteen minutes, Lilah had made pancakes, bacon and coffee for us both—our usual.
My old lady brought it all to the table, sat down right beside me, held my hand in hers and began eating her food…
And never once asked me permission to do so.
*****
New Zion, Texas
Prophet Cain
I paced the floor in the meeting room where Judah, Brother Luke, and I were meeting with the Klan. And not just any Klan. Johnny Landry and Governor Ayers, the Grand and Imperial Wizards of the famed Texas KKK.
It was about fucking time. My depleted council was going crazy over the latest attack.
“We want those devil worshippers wiped out. We want them killed, slain, and their bodies impaled on spikes to warn any other man threatening this commune not to fuck with the Lord’s chosen people!” Judah hissed and I held up my hand to speak.
Weeks had gone by since The Hangmen had taken Delilah and killed two of my council members in the process, hell, not killed, mutilated and marked them with huge fucking H’s! And I was done with it all. The assholes were fucking up everything for me here at the commune. My people had started to doubt my leadership and I had yet to receive a revelation from the Lord. Nothing was going as planned. Nothing that was fated for me was coming true.
And now my people wanted blood.
I needed to regain their faith. I needed to be the prophet I was always destined to be. I had nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do. This was all I had in my life!
Facing the Klan leaders, I said, “I want the Cursed back, from which they will never escape into the outside world again. Then I’m going to marry the prophesized Cursed sister of Eve and fulfill Prophet David’s prophecy. I must marry Salome, and join with her in the Lord’s Sharing. I need her returned no matter the cost. It is essential for my people’s future.”
Slamming my palms down on the table, I stared into the eyes of Landry and Ayers. “Your men fucked up. Someone leaked the location of New Zion. This place was supposed to be off the grid, off all records, it’s meant to be impenetrable for fucks sake! Only an insider could have revealed this information to the Hangmen.”
Landry glanced at Ayers, and Ayers sat forward, resting his chin lightly on steepled hands, looking every inch the politician he had trained himself to be.
“You are correct, Cain—”
“Prophet Cain!” Judah and Brother Luke emphasized in unison, interrupting the governor, admonishing his lack of respect for a Lord’s messenger. Brother Luke’s son Micah had been killed in the most abominable way, a manner that just reeked of Flame. And he was beyond pissed.
Ayers held up his hands and smirked. “Prophet Cain. My apologies.”
Landry grinned at Ayers and crossed his arms, but their humor soon faded.
“We have a suspect, a deserter from our high officers who we believe stole vital information from Landry’s office. And we have reason to believe he hides amongst the Hangmen. He hasn’t been seen since the day of the raid, so it leads us to conclude he has joined forces with them.”
My fists clenched until they ached. “Then he must be caught and dealt with!”
Ayers held up his hands again. “Prophet Cain, I have known of the Hangmen for many years, under quite a few presidents, I might add. And I’ll tell you this now, these men are powerful. You lived with them for five years, so you know this. They have an international reach. They have more connections than me and all of the Klan. Hell, more than the damn president of the United States and I’m guessing more than any of you. So we have to be careful in our planning, meticulous with our attention to detail. We have to leave no page unturned.
“It will take time. But I remain a firm believer that in the end, we shall prevail. With the supply of your arms business to my Klan for the race war that is no doubt coming to the U.S., our relationship will be strong. The Lord’s white Christian dream will be realized.”
I glanced at Judah and he shrugged. I could tell he agreed with them. Ayers obviously caught this and said, “This is a marathon, Prophet Cain, not a sprint. Let us ensure all our assets are in place before we strike… And we will strike. And it will be destructive to the MC.”
I moved to the office window, staring out at my commune and took a breath. It might not be now, it might not be tomorrow, but before long, I shall have the Cursed back, back where they belong, and Mae in my bed. And the Hangmen?
Burning in fucking hell.
The End
‘So
uls Unfractured’
Flame and Maddie’s story
Coming 2015
Heart Recaptured Playlist
Emeli Sande — Clown
The White Buffalo — Devil Is a Woman
Blue Oyster Cult — (Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Ron Pope — A Drop In the Ocean
Ella Henderson — Ghost
Biffy Clyro — God & Satan
Lifehouse — Hanging By a Moment
Creed — Higher
Regina Spektor — Laughing With
Janis Joplin & Big Brother & The Holding Company — Piece of My Heart
Gene Loves Jezebel — The Prairie Song
Lana Del Ray — Ride
Gabrielle Aplin — Salvation
The Rolling Stones — Sympathy For the Devil
Hozier — Take Me to Church
Evanescence — Tourniquet
Amos Lee — Violin
Ella Henderson — Yours
Jonny Fears — The Squeeze
Hozier — In The Woods Somewhere
http://tilliecole.com/heart-recaptured/
Acknowledgements
This series means more to me than I can ever express. To be able to use real themes and subjects that I have dedicated my life to learn about and understand, is truly a dream come true. And to be able to incorporate this knowledge into my life’s passion, writing, just makes it that much more special, that much more sacred to me. And I have many people to thank in making this, The Hades Hangmen Series, come to life.
Firstly, my mam and dad. Mam for being with me from the beginning, supporting me and reading every single word I’ve ever written—good or bad! And Dad, for all the proofreading and syntax-fixing! Even through illnesses, you still managed to help me through this one. Love you both!
To my husband, for putting up with my despairing—I’m-the-worst-writer-in-the-world’—breakdowns, and my nocturnal, and unsociable, way of life. Love you.
