Page 93 of The Dirty Saint

“And how’s that going to work?” He glances over at the chains.

“I’ll damn well figure it out.”

The room shifts into a quick silence, and my heart breaks as I watch tears coat every inch of Lana’s cheeks.

It’s fucking killing me.

“Do I seem like I’m joking,” Ezra asks. “Let me tell you something, you fucking limp-dick asshole, Iwillkill you. Hell, I’ve done it before. How hard is it to do again?”

That’s my girl.

“Now get the fuck off of her!” I demand.

Killian whips his head around to stare at me; all the while, Lana is sobbing underneath him. “Look at the monster trying to become the hero. Too bad it doesn’t work that way.”

I snort.

“Insult me all you want, Morago, but the last I checked, girls don’t cry when I’m fucking them.”

Killian’s nostrils flare, and I grin.

“That’s what I thought,” I say.

I am still focused on the vulgar sight in front of me when the door swings open, and Michael enters the room. “Killian, finish up. Today’s the day.”

“Please, please don’t do this,” Lana pleads. “I promise to be a good girl.”

“That’s right,” Killian kisses her neck. “And I will be a bad, bad boy.”

A look of repulsion flashes across Ezra’s face.

“Hey, keep talking, and I’ll make sure to extend the torture. And believe me,” she flashes a grin at Michael, “I knowexactlywhat I’m doing.”

“Keep talking, and you’ll be below me next,” Killian barks.

Ignoring the two of them, I ask Michael, “What do you mean, ‘today’s the day?’ The fuck is happening?”

The prick appears pleased. “It’s the day you carry out the second task you were required to complete. Unless you forgot what that was.”

I squirm in my chains, my stomach churning. “No.”

“No, what? No, you forgot, or no, you aren’t going to do it?”

“You got what you wanted, Michael. You got your goddamn confession. Now it’s time to let everyone go.”

Michael walks over to me and grabs a piece of paper out of his pocket, which I take reluctantly. “The fuck is this?”

“It’s the contract I had you sign detailing the terms of our arrangement. Go. Take a look. Read what it says out loud.”

I already know what it says. Word for word.

It’s practically burned into my brain.

“This means nothing,” I growl.

Michael gets into my face, where I can smell his liquor-filled breath. “It meanseverything. Now read the damn thing.”

I clear my throat, but not before stealing a glance from Ezra. I am doing my best to hide the guilt, but I know she can see right through the act.

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