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

day of my life!” I stood, turned my bare back to her and forced her to see the battle wounds from her lessons. My tattoos had been worked into the scars. They weren’t covered—they were highlighted. They were part of my ride and reminders of why Giovanni died and Crucifix was born.

“Do you remember these? ‘Cause I’ll never forget! Lashes for not doin’ what you wanted me to do when you came in the night. Pain when you got my teenage dick hard as a rock . . . you said I was disgusting and a motherless sinner! I was fucked no matter which way I turned!”

Wake up, Giovanni. It’s time to get rid of all that sin.

You know what you have to do.

You’re a bad boy. I’m the only one who can make you clean and take away all those sins.

Give Sister Antoinette that big load of sin.

“You fuckin’ bitch! You’re not God!” I jumped up and grabbed the skirt of her habit. “You didn’t cleanse me. You fucked me up! Is it right? Is it wrong? Am I filthy? Man, I don’t know who fucked you up, sister, but they sure did a bang-up job! You think you can hide behind this stupid uniform? I’ve seen your evil up close and personal.”

I started to shred the habit, and with every slice, my anger intensified into a frenzy of black material and rage. I didn’t stop until she was stripped bare on the floor by my feet.

“Kneel, you dumb cunt, and you better pray like you’ve never prayed!” I yanked the veil off her head and flung it across the room. “Don’t even think about askin’ for mercy ‘cause you never gave me an ounce of the shit. Your sins are unforgivable . . . what you did to Fi by breakin’ me can’t be washed away and we both carry that. Every. Fuckin’. Day of our lives!”

Her sobbing was gettin’ louder and she wailed as she tried to get out prayers that would never be heard.

“How much of my . . . sin . . . did you swallow, sister? You couldn’t get enough, I’ll tell ya that!” I walked over to the tomb, grabbed my flask, and went back to the bitch prayin’. “I think you need to make all that sin nice and holy, don’t you? Clean you from the inside out.”

I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could and pried her mouth open. Then I started to pour all of my unholy water down her throat.

“Funny, you never gagged like that when you sucked my cock and swallowed every drop of my sin! Maybe the demon inside you is bein’ burned alive.” She choked and heaved. I didn’t want her to die on her own puke so I jerked her head forward, pressed down, and roared like an animal. “Pray!”

It’s never gonna make Fi and me right.

We’re fucked for life!

We’ll finally be able to be fucked up together.

The smallest sounds were comin’ outta Sister Antoinette. “Our Father . . . deliver me from evil. Please, Giovanni . . . forgive me.”

I grabbed the strips of the habit and started shoving them into her mouth while I yelled in a near black rage.

“Forgive you? There is no forgiveness! After what you were gonna do to Fi today . . . you are gonna rot in fuckin’ Hell where you belong!” I used the butt of my knife to push the pieces of material deep into her mouth. Then I untied her and spun her around to face the cross. “You don’t deserve redemption. There aren’t enough prayers that can be said to save your soul!”

I used pieces of the habit to retie her and it almost made my dick hard seein’ her like that. Savor it. I reached into my pocket, got out my kit, and stalked around her. She deserves this and more. I took out the retractable antennae and pulled it straight. Then I unrolled the bunch of barbed wire and started to twist it around the length. This is gonna hurt! I wrapped the other piece around her head and yanked it tight. FOCUS broke into my thoughts.

“Man, that looks like some kinda crown of thorns. You really do love that nun! I mean Fiona. I heard ya sayin’ it all these years, but this . . .” He was still sittin’ on the tomb, watchin’ me. “I ain’t never seen no fire and brimstone shit like this.”

“Ya think we’d be here doin’ this if I didn’t love her? I sold my soul for that girl!”

I pulled the weapon back and it hissed through the air before contactin’ with Sister Antoinette’s flesh. “This cunt is gonna lose her life for that love. So, yeah, you could say I kinda got a thing for her.”

I let loose and watched every wound appear and fill with blood. I stayed right in it every second—totally in control. She didn’t deserve mercy, or penance; she couldn’t undo all the shit she’d done or what woulda happened if Bish hadn’t helped.

“I thought about rapin’ you . . . but I wouldn’t give you the pleasure or dirty my cock with that putrid hole between your legs! I’d rather fuck a whore in Times Square than sink into that cunt even if it would be eye for an eye.” The barbed wire sliced her skin over and over and she screamed so loud behind the pieces of the habit I’d shoved in her mouth. I felt those screams deep in my heart and knew I’d keep them forever. I thought about what she’d done to me every time she put my dick inside her or if I said no. What she’d done to Fi and was gonna do to her. I felt 100% justified.

“You don’t deserve last rites and you definitely don’t deserve