Page 102 of Dirty Little Saint

Holden shrieks. “Are you going to kill me too, Riot? Your own father?”

Atlas towers over Holden and Pisces, a demonic look in his eyes. “Probably.”

“Atlas, you sick fuck. You’ve always been a disturbed boy,” Pisces snaps.

He smiles back, his blue-green eyes glowing. “I learned from you, Father. But we’re not your boys anymore. We’re grown men who have come for a fucking reckoning.”

Holden shakes his head at Riot, who is holding himself together by a very thin thread. “All of this drama… her pussy must taste as sweet as fucking pie. You have ruined everything for this slut.”

Riot backhands him with all his power behind him, sending him to his knees. “Call her a slut one more time, and you’ll be joining your good friend Laurent in the After… Nocturnus doesn’t belong to you anymore. You’ve desecrated it with your greed and your filth. Nocturnus is ours now.”

Atlas rubs his fingers in the air, and Zeus begins to slither across the floor to us. “You don’t deserve to bear our sigils. You never did.”

They both yell in protest as the king cobra snake wraps itself around Pisces, locking him into a tight embrace. “Don’t do this, son,” he begs.

Atlas laughs. “Oh, now I’m son? This is happening.”

I stalk over to Holden, bloody knife in hand. “As soon as you take off your clothes, the ritual will begin,” I hiss, mocking him with his own words.

“I will not.” He folds his arms to his chest like a child pouting.

“Yes, you fucking will,” Riot screams in his ear.

I kneel down next to his father and smile as I wave my blade in his face. “Undress. Now. Or I will let the ravens eat your testicles.”

The venom in his eyes is monstrous. I can imagine he’s dreaming about all the violent things he wants to do to me but can’t.

“You’re outnumbered,” Riot goads. “We are stronger than you, and you know that you’ve lost. So do as she says.”

I fixate on his every move, salivating as he removes his shirt, then his shoes and pants. The sick pleasure that twists in my bones sends an endorphin rush to my head, making me higher than any poison or drug ever could.

His short chubby cock shrivels in fear as I glare at it. “You’re really fucking ugly, you know that?” He flinches as I lean forward. “This is going to hurt a lot.”

Riot, Atlas, and Felix hold him down as he cries in protest.

I take stock of the sigils on his chest as I straddle him. “Hmm, which one should I take first?”

“You crazy, cunt,” he whispers.

I laugh. “My how the tables have turned.” There is nothing sweeter than revenge. Than taking back power and control. “You violated me, mutilated me, and tortured me in this very room.” I can barely get the words out through my clenched jaw.

“I had nothing to do with that,” Pisces calls out.

I jerk my head toward him. “No. You planned to kidnap me and do worse. I’ll get to you next.”

He whimpers as Zeus tightens around him.

I press the tip of my blade to Holden’s chest. “You think you can handle thirty-five cuts, Mr. Graves?” I mock him again.

He purses his lips. “Do your worst.”

With a quick flick of my wrist, I slash three lines across his chest. Fuck this feels good.

“Is that all you’ve got?” He cackles.

I smile as my gaze locks on the sigil above his heart. “I’ll take this one first.” I dig the knife into his chest and begin to cut.

His eyes fill with horror as he realizes that I’m not fucking around. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream as I sink the knife deeper, twisting and turning to dig out the chunk of skin that the sigil was carved into.

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