Page 105 of Mob Saint

I freeze. I know that voice.

“That’s a good little slut.”

My gaze darts to my dad who glances at the door before moving away. He turns a corner, staying close enough to cover me, but he won’t be able to see in when I kick the door open. I’m certain he can still hear Tiera.

My mind feels fuzzy. My vision tunnels to black like I’m about to pass out, but I feel more alert than I ever have. What the fuck is she doing in there?

I kick the door open and freeze.

Zack Montgomery spins around, his hand still on his dick. He takes me in. Black cargo pants. Black shirt. Black gloves. Black beanie. Black rifle. His mouth hangs open as he lets go of his dick, which wilts as he stands buck arse naked while a video of him with Tiera plays on a big screen TV between two windows. He’s jacking off to the woman he terrorized and stalked for three years.

“Why?”

He grins at me as though I’m not pointing a high-powered, high-caliber gun at him. I raise it to a shooting position, and he gets real serious, real fast.

“Because it was entertaining.”

I wait for more, but he offers nothing else. As I stare at him, I realize he’s serious. He did all this because he could.

“Why Tiernan?”

“Because she amused me with how desperate she was for someone—anyone—to care about her. To make her feel worth living. I had that power. I knew when I pushed her away, she’d fall into despair. When I drew her closer, I knew I could make her do anything. I held her life in my hand because I could.”

Sick and twisted bastard.

“Why the O’Briens?”

“Darren owed me money. He sold her to me in a way. He had her followed and knew she joined a BDSM club. He told me how desperate she was and that I could have her to do what I wanted in exchange for paying down his debt. You killed him before he finished paying me off. He owed a lot. When I went to collect, Gareth refused. It pissed me off. I knew he cared about Tiernan like a sister. I made him dance to my tune by threatening her.”

“He knew all along it was you?”

“No. Darren knew who I was. I remained anonymous to Gareth. It was far more intimidating and persuasive.”

“You did all of this to fuck with a widow? You accepted her in place of cash?”

“Yes. I mean, you’ve fucked her. Watch her on the screen. She loves it rough. I might not have liked how flabby she got, but that was a small price for the way she begged. The way her tongue felt wrapped around?—”

I can’t listen to any more. I aim my gun at his junk and squeeze the trigger. I’ve shot guys there before. I know exactly where to aim to penetrate—poor pun intended—the dick and balls.

“Where is she?”

His grin is nothing short of malevolent despite the incredible pain he must be in. He’s taunting me. I shoot the right side of his pelvis. He reacts as though nothing’s happened.

“Was Tiera a top sometimes? Or do you have your own Domme?”

Surprise flashes in his eyes before he sneers at me.

“That weak bitch is too pathetic to ever command anyone. She can barely keep her shit together to put one foot in front of the other. She lives because I let her. I gave her the confidence to keep going just like I could yank her chain and make her want to end it all.”

“You sick fuck.”

If I didn’t still need to find her, I would end it right now. I can’t stand looking at the sado-masochist. He enjoys receiving pain as much as he enjoys doling it out. He probably has a Domme since he’s obviously used to extreme pain.

“You’re nowhere near as good as you think you are. You shouldn’t have walked away without checking that the job was done. You might have singed your eyebrows, but you wouldn’t be searching for your fuck bunny if you had.”

What the hell—No. No.

“That was fast. You know who. But you don’t know where.”

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