Page 108 of Bad Bishop

“Oh,fuck.” I kissed her kneecap, chuckling, my lips skimming along her smooth bronze flesh. “Jesus Christ. That was…perfect.”

I wasn’t an empath, but I did feel pity for the rest of the male population for living their wretched lives without knowing what my wife felt like. I stood up and proceeded to the bathroom to wash my hands. Returning two minutes later, I found my wife asleep, her head resting on the silk pillow, mouth slightly agape.

I pulled the duvet over her, kissed her forehead, and turned off the light. I paused in front of the bathroom again, only fora nanosecond, before deciding there was no way I was washing that woman off my skin.

Instead, I took her “pissed off” spot in the recliner in the corner of the room and sat back, watching her sleep.

All eight hours of the night.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

FOURTEEN YEARS AGO

They were ready.

The past twelve months, the twins diligently planned their escape, communicating via ASL in the dead of night so no one could see or hear them.

They had maps. The spare keys to Olga’s car. A stash of food they kept under their portion of the wooden plank. Clean bottled water.

They had their father and brother’s full names. An address in Ireland they stole from Igor’s desk.

Most importantly—they had a plan.

That plan was missing one thing—the code to the main gate standing between them and freedom.

They were fourteen now, and old beyond their years.

Old enough to know what their escape would do to Alex.

There had been arguments about the latter. Tierney said they should confide in Lyosha. Tiernan maintained no one could be trusted, including God himself.

Now, Tiernan stared at his own reflection through a puddle of scarlet blood outside of Igor’s office, smoothing his hair back with his fingers.

Igor was in America, which meant Alex had access to his office. Tiernan pushed the door open without knocking.

Alex was sitting on his father’s throne-like chair, a sixteen-year-old prisoner girl in his lap. They were kissing ardently.

Anger singed Tiernan’s blood. He’d never kissed a girl before. He fucked many in the ass. Boys, too. Whatever Igor told him to do for his own depraved, twisted entertainment.

He had to watch his sister being stripped by other prisoners. Being used by them.

He had to watch her bleed and bleed and bleed until Olga had no choice but to call a local vet to remove her uterus.

Alex wasn’t subjected to all those horrors. He was allowed to grow at his own pace.

“Don’t just stand there,” Alex murmured into the pretty girl’s lips. “Sit down, watch, and take notes.”

Tiernan didn’t budge. “Whose blood outside?”

“This chick’s boyfriend wasn’t happy about our hookup.” Alex laughed.

“We need to talk.”

That got Alex’s attention.

“Leave.” He pushed the girl off him. She fell on her ass comically, pouting before strutting her way out of the office.

“Well?” Alex wiped his lips with the back of his hand, looking very much like a fourteen-year-old kid. He fished a cigarette out of his father’s pack, then struck a match. “What’s up?”