Deep Redemption Read Online Tillie Cole (Hades Hangmen, #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Drama, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hades Hangmen Series by Tillie Cole
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Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 121153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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“I have really been alone all along,” I finished out loud. The weight of it hit me, and I had to fight for breath.

“Not anymore,” Sister Ruth said and placed her hand on my cheek. I looked into her eyes and felt warmth in them that I had never experienced before. Like she somehow knew me. I almost felt like I knew her.

“You have us now. Our support,” Brother Stephen said, pulling me from Sister Ruth’s kind, searching eyes. The two guards nodded their heads. “I am Solomon,” the bigger of the two said. “This is my brother, Samson.”

“You are disciple guards here in New Zion now?” Solomon nodded. “How have you managed to infiltrate Judah’s inner circle?”

“We showed how strict and good at our job we were when we arrived. We told him that we had repented for our wrongdoings, but were waiting for the true prophet to come and save us from our exile. We said that we wanted to prove our worth to him.” Samson nodded in agreement. “The prophet needs more skilled men for the attack he has planned. He saw our size, our youth, and he took us on without thought. We have given him nothing but loyalty . . . or so he thinks. We play our parts well.”

“The attack,” I muttered.

Solomon sat forward. “On a group on the outside world. He refers to them as the devil’s men.”

“I know them,” I said. Four sets of eyes widened in shock. “Prophet David put me into their group, undercover, for several years. He was testing my strength. We stole their gun contracts from under their noses through the information I gathered. I lived as they did, fought as they did and loved as they did . . . until I betrayed them for The Order.”

“My God,” Sister Ruth said, her eyes dropping to my Hangmen tattoos. “That is why you have these haunting images on your skin?”

“Yes.” I sat back, feeling drained. “Judah wants these men to suffer because they took women from Prophet David, ones that were needed to fulfill the prophecy. He wants them to pay.”

Brother Stephen looked at Sister Ruth. Complete shock covered his face. “The Cursed Sisters of Eve?” he asked, voice low and urgent.

“Yes. They reside with the Hangmen now.” I pictured them all in my head, realizing how fucking fortunate they were that they had found a home there. “They are married to some of them, or about to be. They are happy . . . happy away from this fucking place.”

“They survived,” Solomon said quietly to Brother Stephen, his expression stunned. Solomon turned to me. “We were told they had all died in the devil’s men’s attack on Prophet David’s commune. We were told there were no survivors from the Cursed Sisters.”

“No,” I said. “They are alive. I . . . until recently we had been trying to get them back. It is why Judah wants this attack. He doesn’t like to fail. It . . . it was me who let them go.”

Silence descended on the group. Suddenly, a soft knock sounded on the door. I stood, ready to race back to protect Harmony in my cell. Solomon rushed to the door. I was just about to reach the mouth of the long hallway, when I heard a familiar voice.

I turned to see Sister Phebe. Her eyes met mine as she entered. “You are awake,” she said in relief, casting me a small smile.

“Phebe, what are you . . . ?” I stopped, not wanting to put her in danger. I guessed she wouldn’t know the truth about these people. But I was wrong.

She turned to Brother Stephen. “They have set a date.”

“When?” Brother Stephen asked.

“In five days’ time. At six o’clock. He announced it to Brother Luke, the Prophet’s Hand, tonight at dinner. They will be preparing for the ceremony to surprise the people.”

“And the attack?” Samson asked eagerly.

“I heard them say four days later.” Phebe lowered her eyes. “After the prophet has had time alone with his bride to purify her soul.” My sudden feeling of disgust matched the expression on Phebe’s face when I realized what they were discussing. Her blue eyes met mine, and I watched sympathy fill their depths.

“What?” I asked, knowing she was holding something back.

“Before the attack, on that fourth day . . . Judah, he . . . ” Phebe took a deep breath.

I walked forward, and placing my hands on her shoulders, asked, “What? Tell me.”

She flinched as I touched her. I saw the fresh brush on her cheek and the new cut on her lip. But, as much as I wanted to help her, I needed the information she had, right now. I needed her to tell me what the hell my twin was planning. It was the only way I could help stop all this shit.


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