Page 24 of The Dirty Saint

“What are you talking about?”

Ezra returns the puzzled look.

“Oh, so you’re telling me you’re not the one who put him up to it? How stupid do you think I am? Wait. Don’t answer that.”

When I don’t say anything further, she looks at me, a bewildered expression written all over her face.

“You really have no idea, do you?”

“If I did, would I be asking?”

Ezra nods, clicking her tongue.

“Killian came into the cell around an hour ago, where he raped me.”

Anger suddenly ripples through me like electricity.

“He started from top to bottom. First, it was my mouth. Then it was my vagina. The finisher was my ass.

“Now, he can tell you all he wants that it was consensual, but the last thing I would ever do is willingly be intimate with that man.”

I cannot explain why, but the outrage I feel seems strong enough to turn my bones to complete dust. I swallow the sour taste that has crept into my mouth.

“Did he do anything else,” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Nothing that hasn’t already been done before.”

“Jesus.”

I have to look away from her.

“So if that’s what you want,” Ezra says to me. “Have at it. I’ve been through this enough times with men who wouldn’t have gotten it if they didn’t just take it themselves.”

“I didn’t come here to rape you, Ezra,” I take a step back so she’ll know it’s not a lie. “I came here to talk about Caleb Santo.”

“And I told you I wasn’t saying anything. Look, I don’t know what you think you know, but—”

“You killed him, didn’t you?”

Ezra runs her pointer and thumb across her lips.

“Like I said, I’m not talking. Try all you want, though. Hell, send in the old guy to have some fun with me. Because I can tell you that whatever answers you’re hoping to find, I promise they won’t be coming from me.”

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“My father went on a business trip there an—”

I grab Killian by his shirt lapel and slam his face onto the table.

“Did you rape her,” I bark. My men are all looking at me, but I don’t give a shit. I’m fucking furious right now. “Answer the damn question! Did you, or did you not, rape Ezra?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Outraged, I take a small knife out of my pocket and start to carve an E into Killian’s skin, ignoring his screams.

“Wanna talk now,” I hiss. “Because if not, I’m happy to spell out the word until you do.”

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