Page 42 of The Dirty Saint

She does have a nice ass, though.

Once I find a quiet spot, I put my stuff down in front of a hanging bag. I take a quick peek at the makeshift ring to the right of me, nodding at its appearance.

“My oh my, is thattheEzra Maya?”

I smile as I turn around.

“It’s good to see you too, Morton.”

He pulls me in for a hug, and I don’t protest.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I will fill you up with my cum and then beat you as I watch it trickle down your legs.”

I snap back to reality. “I’ve just been really busy with Noah.”

Morton looks at me, and I smile.

Sometimes, lying is the only way to protect the people you care about.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back. I could definitely use someone to help deflate the male ego running rampant in this place. It makes the gym smell like horseshit.”

I laugh. “I’ll do my best, but we both know Brianne is much better than me at making men cry.”

I note the quick change of expression on Morton’s face. Though he’ll never admit it, he is deathly afraid of my cousin.

Most people are.

“Yeah…Well…Anyways, I know Max Porter has been dying for a good fight.”

I stifle a gag at that name. “That guy’s such a tool.”

“I agree, which is why I’d like you two to spar. It’s time a well-trained fighter kicks his damn ass.”

Who am I to say no to that?

“Deal,” I say. “Just give me a time and place, and I’ll be there. Oh, Morton, make sure to tell him not to go easy on me. I would hate for Porter to think he ever had any real shot.”

During

JOEY

I run up to Ezra and scan her body for injuries.

“Did he hurt you,” I ask.

She is chewing on a granola bar with her back against the wall. “What do you care?”

Ignoring her, I repeat myself.

“I asked if he hurt you.”

She throws the wrapper at my feet. “I know.”

“Answer me then,” I demand.

“No.”

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