For making my sister bleed, I made his mother, sister, aunt, and bride bleed. Leaving her alive to reveal his actions was akin to signing his death certificate and that of every other person with Walsh blood running through their veins.īlood crimes are always paid back in blood tenfold. If he were a smart man, Dylan would have killed Abigail after he’d finished with her. The groom, Dylan Walsh-Sean Walsh’s twenty-four-year-old heir to the throne- had raped my fifteen-year-old stepsister Abigail and left her pregnant. That’s the way it is in my world, though. There is no honor in ambushing a family wedding and gunning down unarmed men and women, no matter how much they might have deserved it. Only when their lungs fill with blood and blessed silence remains, do I feel a sense of satisfaction. A cacophony of desperate last breaths echoes through the night like the final notes of a mournful ballad. A random arm or leg twitches involuntarily here and there, as if people’s souls are desperately trying to hold on to their bodies with ghostly fingers. The carnage and mayhem which desecrated what should have been a day filled with love and celebration have calmed now that the last body has fallen. “You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature.”Ī thousand stars light up the night sky, illuminating the atrocity below in an ethereal way. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient.įor those who found comfort in the darkness that others feared. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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Coerce by Candice M. Wright