Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (interesting books to read for teens txt) 📗

time. I’ve arranged for a few of my closest friends to purchase each of the nuns just for show” He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. “The examination is still a go. It can’t be helped, or people would find it very suspect. On a positive note, the procedure is aboveboard and will save her from needing another any time soon. It’s not optimal to do it publicly, but it is necessary.”

I shook my head and glanced at the floor before lookin’ at my brothers. “Where is she now? Is she right down the hall in that room? I could go get her and take her back to the City and no one would know.”

I’d been thinkin’ about all the possibilities and it was one of many. The glaring truth was—if it was too easy, she could jet and go to another diocese where I’d never find her. The Bishop wouldn’t find out who’d ratted to the priests about the auction. Most importantly, I wouldn’t get to rip their throats out for what they’d done to Fi and me.

“You could do that. I think you’d find it wise not to, but you already know that, don’t you?” The Bishop was slowly walking to the door. He’d read me right or he woulda been tryin’ to convince me.

“Yeah . . . I do. It’s the best thing for all involved. Well, except them cocksuckin’ religious pricks. For them . . . it’s gonna be hell on earth. They won’t be able to pray their way outta what I’m gonna do to them.”

I fingered the knife on my vest and tapped at the pocket with the flask. Sister Fiona was almost ready for deprogramming and I wouldn’t stop until she was just Gingersnap.

Fuckin’ Father Sean Foley and that cunt Sister Antoinette were gettin’ ready to be first in line for Hell.

17

Red Sharks

I spent much less time in the waiting room than I had in the other room. Even though I was still blindfolded, my hand was no longer tied. The guard isn’t here either. They didn’t give me a chance to shower or bathe before the same woman came to get me.

“Are you ready, honey? It’s just about showtime and we can’t keep those men waiting.” She sounded nice enough and like she was from Texas or the south somewhere. Under different circumstances—like if it wasn’t possible that she’d be the one to pull the trigger—we might’ve gotten along.

“How could I ever be ready for this? I feel like I’m going to be executed.”

She grabbed my elbow and let go a sweet laugh. “Oh, honey. Don’t worry. It only hurts the first time, and then it’s a cakewalk. You might even find you’ll learn to enjoy it. Maybe not with his Excellency, he’s an acquired taste and a little extreme with his desires. Let me put it to you this way . . . he has a very interesting palate when it comes to sex. He’d probably eat a sweet lil’ thing like you alive for dessert.”

Her words were only making it worse. If I wanted extreme, I should’ve done what Crucifix said and come to him for good. Some bishop wasn’t going to be intense enough to replace him or fuck him out of my heart.

You’re going to die, stupid. Remember? It’ll all be over soon.

We walked around for a while and then I heard the sound of voices and laughter in a large space. The chopping block.

There was a flurry of activity and I could smell food—the finger sandwiches the guard talked about. I wasn’t offered any and it was just as well. My stomach would’ve heaved right there and added to my plight. I wished my parents had just dropped me in the river all those years ago. My pain and Gio’s wouldn’t be happening. I hoped that Sister Isabella would eventually tell him and be there in some way to help him grieve.

I heard a man’s voice beginning the auction over a loudspeaker. It sounded so official and with the amount of corridors we’d walked through and elevators, I could only imagine we were on a massive estate somewhere out in the country. People were cheering and clapping. The auctioneer, or whoever he was, called the girls by numbers, the doctor would come inspect, and the bidding would begin. I couldn’t believe it when the first girl was sold for $10,000 like a head of cattle. By the time they’d gotten through four of them, I was getting antsy and ready to get it over with. It was like listening to a blade swinging down on you slowly and getting closer. I just wanted it to be done. A couple more were called and I felt a little more of me die each time.

“Okay, Miss Fiona. It’s time for you. It’s not so bad.” The woman walked me over to a table and helped me step up. “Now, lie down and put your feet in these stirrups . . . scootch your butt down to the end . . . further . . . just a little more.”

I heard the hushed tones around me and felt the cold table beneath me. It was mortifying to be spread open like that in front of God knows who and to know everyone would soon see my shame. Why are you still ashamed? Because you love Crucifix? Because you’re madly in love with a dirty biker? It’s not just lust. It was too late for any of it.

My number was called and the doctor pulled my habit back to sit on my knees. I hadn’t had an exam and didn’t know what to expect other than he’d find out I wasn’t as pure a flower as they wanted. I felt the doctor touch me with his fingers and insert something, and then I clamped