Page 6 of The Dirty Saint

“Don’t do it, Ez. Whatever you’re thinking of doing right now,don’t. You hear me?”

I wave her suggestion away.

“I’m serious, Ezra. Don’t you dare go to that prison. Not unless you want to be sleeping in your own cell.”

That man needs to be taught a lesson, though. You don’t come near my son unless I give you permission.

Briggs lets out a sigh on the other end of the phone.

“Just be careful.Please.”

I nod.

“I always am.”

Before/During

JOEY

I kidnapped Ezra at a funeral. She had been standing over the casket, her cheeks covered in tears. She was shaking, but she wasn’t sobbing.

It was as if she was numb to all the loss and pain around her.

Honestly, it made me sad for her; how someone could be so desensitized to heartbreak.

And now she’s chained up in my basement, which is weird, to say the least. After all, she’s a grown woman in my home that I have zero plans to fuck. But I need something from the Lieutenant and time is of the essence.

Turning to face me, I watch Ezra’s eyes blaze with anger as she finally notices me, putting two—and—two together. She yanks on the chains, thrashing and flailing, her whole body reacting.

“You,” she breathes. “You fucking did this to me!”

I take a sip of bourbon, nodding.

“Maybe,” I say, walking in her general direction, “But I didn’t have a choice.”

I grab hold of the top of the chain and lock my gaze on her. “And I can’t take all the credit. The bomb that killed your friend deserves some, too.”

“Go fuck yourself,” she snaps.

The lines of my lips settle into a smirk before resorting back to a smile.

She’ll be a fun one. Not like the last man who was here.

He broke rather quickly.

“Is this how you get off,” Ezra demands. “By torturing women? Making them scream and gasp? This your sick version of a hard-on?”

I ignore her.

I then walk back over to the door and let Dom inside the cell.

“I’m assuming this is the one,” he asks, putting his backpack down.

“You’re late.”

He shrugs. “Sorry, Boss. I’m here now.”

Ruffling through several types of weapons: knives, blades, scalpels, and pliers, he chooses a small dagger.

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