Angelic Anarchy (Heaven on Earth Book 1) by JP Epperson Read Free Book Online

pain I was in, I shivered at the mere thought of being alone with him.
    “I ask again, Ms. Beauty. Do you know where the boy is?” Harper fixed me with a steely glare while Jack searched for his next weapon of choice.
    I could no longer hold my head up high. I had no idea how I was still conscious, but I knew I wouldn’t be for much longer. To my dismay, Jack did not choose another weapon—he chose a clean whip. It was the exact replica of the whip I now knew so well.
    My end is near. Death is finally coming….
    I felt a slight breeze from the swiftness of the whip before it made contact with my back. I moaned, and Jack’s thunderous voice roared, “You will scream for me, Belleeza!” Then he swung that whip relentlessly until my knees buckled, and I knew the only thing holding me up were the pitiless chains around my wrists and ankles.
    With a barely audible voice, I whispered, “You may have my life, Jack, you may have my death, you may even have my screams, but you will never have my soul or my faith.”
    “I will have it all!” Jack sliced his weapon through the air with such force that it wrapped around my neck three times, before he tugged as if to tell me that my life was in his hands and he could take it at any moment. Although I could feel my life ebbing away, there was also a strength starting to build inside me.
    I replied with a raspy but confident voice, “For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
    With each word I spoke, I began to feel renewed. My body was still in severe pain and the poison of their demonic relics still ran through my blood. But where a moment ago I was ready to die, I now felt a new fire burning inside me and I was ready to keep fighting.
    “Romans 8:38–39,” sneered Jack. “Very good, Belleeza, but do you know this one? ‘Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. Better it is to be of a humble spirit with the lowly, than to divide the spoil with the proud.’ I’m afraid you are nothing but a conceited whoremonger without a humble bone upon your body.”
    “Proverbs 16:18–19,” I finished for him with a faint voice. “As black as your soul is, Jack, you do remember the word of the Lord well. I trust you also remember Romans 12:17?”
    Come on, Belleeza. Keep him going.
    I was trying to buy time now I had finally gotten him to forget his whip. Time for what, I had no idea. Just time. Time to think. Time so I could have a break from the agony of Jack’s strength. My adrenaline was pumping with a fresh dose of hopefulness. I felt the Lord heard my pleas and answered. He filled me with strength and courage. More importantly, I felt that I was no longer all alone. Faith is a beautiful thing. I would somehow make it out of this.
    “Oh yes,” answered Jack, “I do not care for it.”
    Oh of course you don’t. Evil bastard.
    “Enough Bible school, Belleeza,” he went on. “Your backside is unrecognizable and still you have not given me what I desire. I shall have to get more creative.”
    Oh, crap.
    “Jack,” Harper said with authority. “We do not have time for these niceties.”
    Niceties! Right!
    “Our needs must be met before your personal revenge is to occur. That was the deal, wasn’t it?” Neither the words Harper spoke nor the color of his glowing red eyes matched the respectful country accent.
    “Go on then. Ask your questions, Harper,” Jack replied shortly.
    “Very well. Ms. Beauty, do you know where the boy is?”
    I did not reply.
    “Do you know where he is headed?”
    Again, I did not reply.
    “Do you know why he is wanted?
    At that question, I fought not to make even the smallest movement, but I could not help my eyes looking up. I could only hope he had not noticed. He had just admitted that