Cursed Angels

“I can see what the plan is now,” she says mysteriously before getting to her feet and retrieving the piece of paper. Hunter comes back into the room with Reagan, her eyes wide with fear, and when she sees Rebekah, she tries to run but slams into Hunter’s big body.

“Reagan, my dear, good to see you.” Rebekah walks up to the girl and Hunter pushes Reagan behind him. “Ever thought of being a soldier?” She trails a hand over his bicep, and he shrugs her off.

“What was it you mentioned?” Hunter muses. “Morals. I have them, so you can go fuck yourself.”

“What a wonderful man you’ve brought here, sister,” Rebekah calls over her shoulder to Mikaela.

“Anyway, where was I? Yes, Reagan, I hope Archer has been showing you a good time. He’s wonderful in bed, isn’t he? Knows exactly how to treat a woman. Slow and loving, then rough, and a damn good fuck. You sore, Reagan? Has he fucked you really hard?”

“Is there a point to this?” I ask, bored, and lower myself into Rebekah’s chair. The screen flickers like it’s going to turn off, and I see the home screen listing the personal files. Surreptitiously, I scroll down on the mouse until I find the name I want and click.

“There is always a point, Archer. Don’t you get that by now? I’m sure Samara, your ex-girlfriend, does.” The room falls silent, and I’m momentarily distracted from the screen. “I thought I recognized you. Did you have fun killing my doctors? I bet it was great retribution for what they did to you. Did it give you satisfaction?”

Samara steps forward, an answer on her tongue, but she gives nothing away.

“They took your womb, it says here.” She hands Mara the piece of paper, and her eyes scan it.

“I don’t need this to tell me what I already know.” Mara’s cold eyes bore into her nemesis. My hated Devil.

“How does it feel to know that I’m carrying his child? I bet it hurts, burns deep into your soul. And to know that he’s fucking another girl on my say so as well.”

“It would say more about the state of your relationship than anything if he’s cheating on you,” my girl bites back with venom, and I’m tempted to stand right behind her as she spews out her poisonous words.

“I wonder if the girl’s pregnant. Reagan, are you?”

Reagan shakes her head.

“Because he was careful when he fucked you, or because he hasn’t laid a finger on you? I know you weren’t pregnant when you arrived because we did a test.” Rebekah turns around to me. “Did you do it?”

My finger moving on the mouse is hidden from view, and out of the corner of my eye, I continue to read the file, desperately searching for what I need.

“The hormones making you temperamental, Rebekah? Maybe I should take over for a bit,” I offer with a smirk.

“Fuck you, Archer,” she curses and powers toward me just as I find the information I seek. A victorious smile crosses my lips, and Rebekah pales as I turn the screen around.

“Rebekah, care to tell me how you got pregnant when you voluntarily elected to have your womb removed six years ago?”

Chapter 31

Samara

My mouth falls open, but I shut it quickly knowing that no words I utter now will make any sense. What the fuck does he mean?

“Archer, I think it’s time we escorted our guests—”

Stepping forward, I pin the bitch with a glare. “What the fuck does he mean?” I voice the question that’s been on repeat in my head for the past few moments.

“Nothing you have to concern yourself with, Samara,” the bitch smirks over at me, and I’ve had enough. Dropping to the ground, I pull at the blade that’s hidden in the strap around my ankle. From my position on the floor, I fling the blade toward her, the metal lodging itself into her shoulder.

Seconds later, she’s on the floor, and the room is bombarded with guards. Archer steps in their way, holding up a hand. Rebekah’s screeches fill the room, and I can’t help but smile at the lying bitch.

My blood burns as it races through me, reminding me of what she did to me. Crawling toward her, I reach for the knife as the men step even closer toward me. Guns trained on me as obscenities fly from the wounded woman’s mouth.

“Lock the bitch up! Kill her!”

A right hook from Archer takes one of the men down, just as Hunter enters and grabs the other. A shot rings through the air, and Archer’s on the floor, blood spurting from his leg, and this time it’s my screaming that deafens me.

The knife in my hand is ripped from my grip, and Rebekah is on me, her legs on either side as she straddles me. We fight as equals, her tiny fist slams into my face, causing pain to radiate all the way from my cheekbone down to my jaw.