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a cold, frigid dread.

Don’t say it.

Don’t say it.

DON’T SAY IT!

But he does.

“Because you’re mine,” he whispers. His grip on my jaw tightens. “And I wouldn’t let her.”

To Be Continued…

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Deliver us from Evil

Blurb

Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Luke 6:37

Gabriel

No daughter of mine should be so easily misled by wicked boys.

Trinity's naivety is shocking, but that will change.

I will teach her the ways of the world, just like I taught Monica.

Soon she will love me.

Just like Monica.

I will start a new life with Trinity, away from judgmental eyes.

But first, she must repent.

Deliver us from Evil is the third and final book in the Sinners of Saint Amos dark bully reverse harem romance series.

Contains strong language, violence, and sexual situations some may find triggering.

This is the last book in a series. Cannot be read as a standalone.

No cheating. HEA guaranteed.

Theme Song

everything i wanted — Billie Eilish

Playlist

Dangerous — Son Lux

Ma And Pa — London Tewers

See the Light — Sofa Surfers

Temple Priest — MISSIO

Repeat After Me — KONGOS

Serpent of Old — Seven Lions

Lake Of Fire — Nirvana

Poacher’s Pride — Nicole Dollanganger

Joan of Arc — In This Moment

Check out my Deliver us from Evil Playlist!

Chapter One

Trinity

It’s amazing, the things you don’t notice the first—or the hundredth—time around.

She kept you, Trinity. She kept you because you were special.

When I first came to the bell tower with Apollo I never noticed the stale, chalky smell inside this small room.

Do you know why you were special, Trinity?

Gabriel is a handsome man, especially with his warm brown eyes. But I never noticed the spots of bronze in his eyes before.

Because you’re mine.

I never noticed his shaggy eyebrows. The shape of his nose. How similar his eyes are to mine. Suddenly, it’s impossible not to notice.

I wouldn’t let her.

Gabriel—my father—scans my face like he has so many times before. But this time, there’s hidden meaning in his gaze. He’s not checking to see if I’ve finally found God. He’s staring at his daughter’s face. Picking out his likeness, or perhaps my mother’s.

He brushes his thumb over my lower lip. The intimate gesture sends a surge of panic through me that freezes me solid.

But only for a moment.

Then self-preservation kicks in.

I shove Gabriel away and whirl around, bolting out of the tiny room. But I barely take two steps before he grabs my hair and yanks me back.

I fly into him, and we both crash backward into the wall. He slips an arm around my waist and drags me back. When I realize he’s taking me further into that tiny room, I put everything I have into my struggles.

I grab the door frame as I pass. Gabriel makes an angry sound in his throat, then he rips me free with a hard tug that leaves behind some of my fingernails.

I scream again, as loud as I can.

He throws me away from him, and I catch a glimpse of the enraged snarl twisting his face before I hit the wall.

Bright pain lances through my head.

Gabriel crouches at my side, face disturbingly blank even after our scuffle. I groan and try to sit up, try to move away, but that makes my head hurt even more.

He touches the side of my face. “I didn’t want it to be this way. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know the truth. But they fought me on it. Both of them. Said it would confuse you.”

Gabriel shakes his head, breaking eye contact for a second. “I should have fought harder, child. I should have insisted. But…”

When he looks at me again, there’s something terrifying in his eyes.

Despair.

“I loved them, Trinity. Both of them. I know it’s impossible to understand, but it’s the truth.” His voice goes hoarse, and he runs those same fingertips down my cheek. “I did it for them. And I’d do it again.”

He smiles, but it’s faint and more sad than happy. “They’re gone now. It’s just us. But we can start again. Me and you. We can be a family again.”

He wants me to be his daughter? If I could have, I would have laughed in his face. How the hell can he think I’d want a sick, perverted man like him for a father?

But I can’t even stand, let alone argue. “Please, just let me go,” I