Page 5 of The Dirty Saint

I’ll make sure of that.

The suited man rolls his eyes, growing frustrated. “Ezra—”

“Go home,” I say. “Rub two sticks together, start a fire, and then jump your little ass into it.”

I slam the door for good this time.

* * *

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I checked on Noah about 50 times before finally realizing he isn’t going anywhere.

Still, I will not allow my son’s life to be threatened because of what I did seven years ago to his father.

Finally, after a while of twisting and turning in my bed, I ultimately decide to call up my cousin, NCIS Agent Brianne ‘Briggs’ Maya who, thankfully, answers.

“Hey, Ez. You alright?”

That shithead in a suit believed he could just show up at my doorstep with my son sleeping down the hall, and I’d simply let his ass in.

“Ez, you there?”

I’m fuming, pissed beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Ezra—”

“A man came to my house today. Said Michael had requested me from prison.”

Briggs scorns. “What could he possibly want with you now? He got his fucking confession.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

But I’ll damn well find out.

Briggs snaps, “I should have shot him dead when I had the chance.”

I laugh.

“You and me both.”

“Hey, if you need—”

I wave that idea away. “Absolutely not.”

My cousin sighs. “All it is is extra protection for you and Noah. The Agents will be handpicked by me—”

“Brianne,” I cut her off. “I can handle myself. I—”

My voice catches in my throat.

This time, I don’t bother to hide the anger.

“Iwillkeep Noah safe and as far away from my past as possible.”

It doesn’t matter what I have to do or the lengths I’d have to go through to keep my child safe.

Briggs asks, “You want me to look into the mystery man?”

I stare out the window. “That won’t be necessary.”

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