Be My Sacrifice: A Dark Stalker Romance (Brotherhood of the Sacrament Book 2) by A.L. Maruga

Author:A.L. Maruga [Maruga, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-04-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-three

The Forsaker

Zeke

A pained groan tears from my lips as I try to put my body in a less painful position, not that I have been able to find one in the last however many hours, since we were captured by my father and his guards trying to escape. My body is a mess of bruises, broken bones, and dried blood. I’m fortunate to even be breathing; well, at least, I should be. Even though my lungs would beg to differ at the moment. Fuck, I screwed up so bad. I am lucky that the bastard needs me alive, otherwise, that would have been the end of me, the end of us.

Worry rises through my body, as I try to clear my thought process enough to remember when I last heard Sammy make any noise. It’s been hours since even a pained moan was heard in the room that wasn’t coming directly from me. My heart lurches with the possibility that he may be dead across the room and out of reach, where my father has him chained like an animal to the ground. He took the brunt of the attack, and the punishment my father had inflicted on us. He can’t be dead. No, I refuse to even give the thoughts room to grow inside my mind.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have believed that we would be able to escape without my father watching our every move? I’m ashamed of my naivety, and the risk I took with our lives. He trusted me to get us out of here. He could have died, and he might even now be lying dead, and all because I once again thought I was smarter than my old man. I’m a fucking monster who destroys everything he touches. I truly am my father’s son.

The truth is, I’m not more intelligent or more Machiavellian than my father. I’m just an ass who has put everyone he has ever cared about at risk, trying to outmaneuver his demon of a parent. A man who only cares whether I live or die, if he can continue to use me for his benefit of controlling the world around us. The psychotic fucker thinks that he should be the supreme ruler, and won’t allow anyone to get in his way or to try to stop him. He makes the dictators of the world long gone look like innocent schoolboys in comparison.

“Saaammmyyy,” I croak out his name, my throat hoarse, voice raspy and almost gone, from all my screams. I can taste blood in my dry mouth, as my tongue probes at my teeth and the inside of my cheeks, to assess the damage. Well, at least it looks like I still have all my teeth, small fucking blessings, I guess. I try my best to pull myself into a sitting position, but the pain from my ribs, of which I’m sure a few are broken, says otherwise and plops me right back down. Fucking hell.

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