Page 83 of The Dirty Saint

Dom runs his finger across her bottom lip.

“You don’t get a say in what I do with her because she’s my gift, freaks, not yours.”

“You’re the fucking freak,” Ezra snaps. “About to fuck a terrified twenty two-year-old.”

“Twenty-Two? Even better. Means her pussy has barely been fooled with.” He licks his lips and I cringe. “It’ll be so tight wrapped around my cock.”

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“Please don’t let him rape me. I, I don’t want him touching me.”

“Lana.”

“He scares me,” she whispers.

I turn to her, wishing I could go over to her and console her the best way I could. Ezra’s probably better, being a mother and all, but I have two younger siblings and a nephew.

I’m not all monster.

“He is not coming near you. Don’t worry.”

The young woman nods, looking down at the ground instead of at me.

“H-how long have y-you been here,” she asks.

It’s a simple question but one that comes with an even more complicated answer.

“I don’t really know,” I say.

“What about Ezra?”

The last I checked, it’s been a little over a month. Thirty-three days, to be exact.

“A long time,” I answer.

Lana’s bottom lip trembles. “Do you think I c-can m-make it o-out of here? Is it p-possible?”

The answer is on the tip of my tongue. The cold, hard truth.

But I just can’t bring myself to say it.

“Yes. It is possible.”

Her eyes light up, and for the first time since I’ve met her, she seems hopeful.

I don’t want to be the one to take that away.

20

Chapter Twenty

After

EZRA

“I heard about your conversation with your mom. Wanna talk about it?”

I shake my head. “I can’t think about her right now, not with everything going on in my life. I can’t keep allowing her to be at the forefront. It isn’t fair to me, and it isn’t fair to my son.”

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