Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Taking off my helmet, I look up at the clear blue skies and smile. Not a single rainy cloud in sight. Putting the helmet on the back of the bike, I head towards the gothic doors.
As I straighten my suit, I shake my head at this behemoth of a church. It’s grand cathedral look is tiresome at best.
Yanking both doors open at once, I step inside, heading towards the front of the church.
I was right in my thoughts as I look among the mostly empty pews. The only people in here are a bunch of little old ladies.
I just fucking bet at least one of them has a casserole plate beside her, waiting for Coss to be done with confession so that she can serve him lunch. I also bet Coss hasn’t eaten a meal he’s prepared for himself in ten years.
Walking up to the pew directly in front of the Confession boxes, I lean against the end. Not a chance in the world will I be sitting down on one of these rock-hard wooden monstrosities. I’d more than likely catch something if I even tried.
When the busy red light turns off and a small blue-haired lady comes out the door, I sigh to myself and quickly move in to take her place. I really don’t want to have to deal with another old lady trying to get in there before me.
I need to get back to Eden. My cock still hasn’t completely softened, and I’m afraid one of these old ladies will see it and get some fucked up idea. All I need right now is to be propositioned in a church to take my clothes off.
Closing the door behind myself, I sigh loudly while I lean against the wall.
“Is someone there?” Coss calls out quietly.
“Yes,” I growl. “You summoned me.”
Coss is silent for a long moment before he snaps, “Do you have any sense of propriety? There is a societal contract when you come to confession, Jude. I understand you may have issues with personal skills, but surely you are at least somewhat self-aware.”
Pulling my gun from my holster, I push it against the wooden partition. “I’m aware enough that if I pull the trigger of the gun I have aimed at your head, I have enough rounds and time to fill the rest of your little congregation out there.”
“How dare you?!” Coss snarls, and I hear his labored breath seething from him.
Damn. I can just imagine how he must look over there on the other side of the wall.
Silver hair, a grandfatherly appearance that was once a tall, muscled man, but the years wearing his sham of a frock have made him go fat.
“I don’t dare, Coss,” I say and holster my gun. “What is it you wanted? You summoned me and I’ve come.”
“Like a damn demon,” Coss mutters loudly enough that I can hear him, but I ignore the barb. “I was recently contacted by an old acquaintance of mine, and since Matthew and Simon have decided that I’m no longer relevant, they’ve pushed me to your blasphemous self.”
“Which contact? And when did this happen?”
“Daniel Raskatov,” Coss says. “He contacted me last week with some disturbing information.”
Daniel Raskatov, I don’t recognize the name.
“Bratva?” I ask.
“Former Bratva, or at least as former as one can be with them. Ex-KGB, as well. He used to be a supplier for Matthew’s father before…” He leaves the rest unsaid.
He doesn’t have to finish, though. I know what times he speaks of.
He’s referring to before Lucifer took over the reins. Before the powers that be fell down.
“Then what use is he to us?” I ask with a growl.
“I’m not some simpering lap dog, you little shit,” Coss spits out at me. It’s not loud enough for his grannies to hear, but loud enough to show how fucking pathetic he really is.
“Then stop acting like one. Give me the information and I’ll send it up the line. You act as if you’re still a player on the board, Coss.”
“Ah yes, I know your game, Jude.” Coss chuckles darkly. “Same as the rest of Matthew’s little marionettes. Do what your king tells you to do, go blindly into the fray.”
Rolling my eyes, I can feel my little demons begging for just a small dose of happiness. Just a small act of rebellion against the rules. All they want is to cause this old has-been a fraction of pain. Not much.
Maybe just a broken femur bone…
Pushing down my annoyances, I try to keep my tone neutral. “If that’s all, Coss, thank you for the lovely visit.”
“He said you boys royally fucked up with Andrey. You’ve started something you can’t hope to stop,” Coss says.
My voice comes out in a bored sigh. “We’ve endured much worse. We know what we did, and it’s being dealt with.”