Page 27 of The Dirty Saint

“I should have killed you when I had the chance, you stupid bitch!”

“You’re right,” I say as Briggs throws me the gun, and I pry the prick’s mouth open, sticking the butt of it inside. “But you didn’t. Because I’m still here, Motherfucker.”

Killian thrashes, but I tighten my grip. “So, so much for breaking me.” I roll my eyes. “I bet hell is going to have a fun time with you. I heard Satan likes to be blown by prissy blonde boys.”

Killian’s eyes fill with fear for the first time since I’ve had the displeasure of knowing him.

“If you kill me,” he coughs. “You’ll be no better than me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

I jam the gun further down his throat.

“I willalwaysbe better than you.” A tear slides down my cheek, and I grip the gun even harder. “And that’s a goddamn fact.”

Another silenced gunshot goes off, and I watch as my former torturer’s body falls to the ground, limp. Briggs crouches down to check his pulse, but I stand still. She shakes her head.

“He’s dead.”

I nod in acknowledgment.

“I need to check for Addison, Noah’s babysitter. Can you take care of this?”

“Of course.”

I peek my head into Noah’s bedroom and find him fast asleep. I blow a kiss before gently closing the door, not wanting to wake him up.

Once I make my way to my own room, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. God knows what I am about to discover.

I wrap my hand around the nob and twist.

I cover my mouth at the sight of Addison hanging from my ceiling fan.

“No, no, no, no, no.”

I rush over to her, carefully letting her down so that I can examine the damage.

Her neck has been snapped, and her body is covered in bruises, her dress smeared with blood. A pang shoots through my chest, and I have to put my hand out on the wall to keep myself from falling.

I brush the strands of hair from her face, cradling her to myself for a few moments, hoping she can feel a little bit of comfort before she goes to heaven.

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl,” I whisper.

I close her fear-filled eyes so it can look like she’s at peace. No more pain. No more torture. No more torment.

I hold Addison a tad longer before I notice a bloody note. I pick it up, reading it aloud:

Ezra,

It would seem as though you’ve discovered Addison. She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?

I’m sure she was a lovely girl. Too bad I never really got the chance to know her.

I have to say, though, she was a tight little fuck. And my god, she was so pink down there…

I wipe a tear from my eye, so beyond angry I can hardly breathe properly.

I hope this day will be burned into your mind for the rest of your life. The image of the girl you got murderedbecause you couldn’t survive the one bad thing that was done to you as a teenager.

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