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willing it to go inside and easy the ache they caused.

“Then the whole sick cycle would start all over again.” Cass leans close, sliding his hands over my shoulders. “All with the help of your BFF.”

I shake my head, and it frees a tear from my lashes. “No,” I whisper. “Please. I’m sorry about this. What happened to you. It’s…it’s fucking wrong and disgusting.” I haul in a breath and stand on shaky legs, turning to look at them. “But Father Gabriel didn’t have anything to do with this. I know him. He’s a good man. He’s always been there for us.”

Four stony faces watch me.

“Please. Believe me. It’s not him. He’s not your Guardian.”

Fabric rustles behind me. I whirl around as Zachary gets to his feet.

“We thought you’d say that.” He cocks his head and slowly scans me up and down. “And you’re right. We don’t have any proof. Not a—”

Reuben sucks in a breath, but keeps quiet when Zachary holds up a hand.

What had he been going to say? Surely if they did have proof, they’d tell me?

“Not all miracles are divine, Trinity.” Zachary slides a hand around the back of my neck and draws me closer. I move on wooden legs, too entranced to even think of resisting. “But you? I swear on my life you were sent by God Himself.”

“What?” Is all I can manage.

“That proof? You’re going to find it for us.” His hand tightens cruelly, wrenching a gasp from me. “You’re going to bring it to us. And together we, us five…” He comes close enough to kiss me, for his commanding eyes to fill my world.

“We’ll make him give us the names of our Ghosts.”

I don’t want to know what comes next. Cold dread is already spreading through my limbs, going for my heart.

“And then we’ll catch them.” His brushes a curl from my face. “And we’ll inflict on them every wound, every pain, every bit of shame they inflicted on us.”

My heart bangs against my ribs. “Okay.”

“And then we’ll kill them.” His eyes don’t change in the slightest.

“Okay.”

Behind me, three voices chant one word in unison.

Amen.

I should be horrified at myself.

But I’m not.

I’ll prove to these damaged, tortured souls that Father Gabriel is the kind and loving man I know him to be.

And if, somehow, everything they say turns out to be true?

Well, then, I guess I’ve signed a deal with the devil.

A-fucking-men.

To Be Continued…

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Their Will Be Done

Blurb

I didn't just make a deal with the devil...I sold my soul to FOUR of them.

Trinity

Who knew within days of arriving at Saint Amos I'd land myself on the Brotherhood's radar?

Not me.

Not them.

Possibly not even the Universe herself. (Of course she's female - I've never met a man as ruthless as her)

The Brotherhood tried to get rid of me. It didn't work.

They tried to get me on their side. I demanded proof.

I should be long gone. Instead, I can't seem to get enough of their black hearts and dark psyches.

Now I have to prove them wrong.

Settle their fractured souls.

And maybe help them find their way back to the light.

Except...

They seem convinced I'll be the one who'll follow them...

Straight into the depths of Hell.

An #uncoventional love story with a #whychoose twist

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

This is the second book in the Sinners of Saint Amos series. Cannot be read as a standalone and ends in a cliffhanger.

No cheating. HEA guaranteed.

Theme Song

Scorpio — Pour Vous

Playlist

Oh My God — HELLYEAH

Heathens — Corvyx

Something in the Way — At Sea

How Far Does the Dark Go? — Anya Marina

Kvrt in Space — Franhofer Diffraction

King Night — Salem

A Conversation with God — King 810

Amen — ∆aimon

Check out my Their Will Be Done Playlist!

Chapter One

Zach

I flick on my indicator and make the turn into Redwater’s main street. My decade-old SUV rattles every time I strike a rut in the road. I’d have to buy a new one soon—this battered car was part of my persona as Zachary Rutherford, a kid from a low-income home who dragged himself up by his bootstraps, worked two jobs while he got his Bachelors, and couldn’t be happier with the menial wage Saint Amos pays first-year teachers.

If I were to cash in all my assets, I could probably buy Saint Amos.