Page 21 of The Dirty Saint

Mortified—“What?” I take a peek at my front section.

It takes me a moment to figure out the fucking trap I just walked into.

You have got to be kidding me.

“That wasn’t funny,” I bark.

“Maybe not to you.”

Before I can say something else, Dom strolls into the cell with two of my other men.

“It’s good to see you, Ezra,” he says.

“Can’t say the same,” she grins. “Now, who have you brought with you today?”

Dom signals for the men to come over to her. One crouches down and starts to unbutton Ezra’s pants.

“You lay a finger on me,” she breathes, “And I will snap it like a fucking twig.”

Dom glances over at me, watching as my men touch her body.

Ezra then grunts, kicking at them with as much force as the restraints will allow.

“The more you fight, the harder you’re making this for yourself.”

“Fucking son of a fucking bitch; get off of me,” she screams. “Psycho pricks!”

Dom, grinning, rests his head in between her legs, brushing his lips along her inner thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Ezra.” Tearssting the rim of her eyes. “It almost makes me feel bad for what I am about to do to you.”

“You fucking monster,” she roars.

When Dom’s finger lingers over her lips, Ezra bites down, blood filling her mouth.

“Fuck. You stupid bitch.” He slaps her across the face. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

She turns away for a moment and then turns back towards me.

“You want a turn?”

I cross my arms over my chest, ignoring her taunt.

“What do you know about Caleb Santo?”

Ezra’s sexy smirk suddenly turns to a nasty, hate-filled frown.

“Answer,” Tono yanks on her arm, “The question.”

“Bite me,” Ezra breathes before flipping him off.

Without much time to react, Tono grabs Ezra’s hand, bending back her middle finger until we all hear a snap. Ezra lets out an earth-shattering scream.

I repeat my question, losing patience.

“What do you know about Caleb Santo?”

Ezra coughs, “I know that he’s a male, but that’s it.” Fucking smart ass.

“Anything else?”

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