Page 117 of Blood of the Saints

“You’ve fucked her a couple times and now you think you know her?” Ace retorts. He can act like fucking her means nothing, but I know better. I’ve fallen victim to that tight pussy so I definitely know. Anyone who would willingly give her up is even crazier than we are. She’s like the perfect fucking dream—stunning, sassy, and so damn smart. Everything you could ever want.

“Don’t act like you haven’t fucked her too, asshole. You know it’s not about that, she’s different and you know it. That girl in there is just as dark as we are.”

Ace nods. “Zamira Stone has a darkness in her that she can’t hide, no matter how hard she tries.” Just thinking about her demons causes the evil inside him to swirl in his green irises.

My eyes fall to the hall she disappeared down with Novak.Come on, darling, put the fucker down.

“What if she turns against us with Novak? What if they’re plotting against us in there?” Theon asks, worry creasing his features. Seeing him like this pulls at my heart, knowing he’s always had to fight for his life without anyone being in his corner. Even now, he still gets worried his world is going to come crashing down at any moment.

“Zamira put her ass on the line to take him down. She would never work with him. I don’t know exactly why she’s after him, but I do know that she suffered through our torture and her biggest fear so her plan to take him down wouldn’t be destroyed,” I spit out.

Theon has a hard time trusting people in general, but there’s something about Novak that puts him extremely on edge. I don’t want to doubt my brother, but I wonder if he’s keeping something from us.

“I hope you’re right.” Theon shrugs.

“I am right, asshole. She’s gonna work this plan perfectly, then she can suck that monster cock of yours anytime.” I wink at him and the corner of his mouth curls up in a smirk. He likes that idea. And honestly, I do too.

“Okay, enough.” Ace takes charge. “We give her a few more minutes, then we go in.”

I nod, my stare not wavering from the hall. We have to get him tonight. We’re all itching to see his blood spill for what he did. Novak isn’t one of our regular kills. We’ve been trying to find who did it for two years. Now, he’s right in front of us.

We finally have who took Allie away from us in the palm of our hands, and I refuse to let him go, no matter what happens tonight.

An image of the sweet, blonde angel, with the piercing green eyes, flashes through my mind.

We have him, Allie.

Time to serve some justice—Saint style.

Sick of feeling his slimy fingers trying to work their way under the hem of my dress, I take his hands, prying them from my body. I spin around, my chest pressing into his while I look up at him with fake desire. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, thinking I’m really making the moves on him. That I’m just some needy bitch ready to get off.

Even if I looked at him like a dead fish with glossy eyes, this motherfucker wouldn’t even notice as long as the night ended in him getting his dick wet. He’s an egotistical bastard who thinks women were put on this Earth to worship at his feet.

If he wasn’t such a pig, I’d find him attractive. He’s got sharp, defined features, but a boyish charm that’s thick enough to make you melt on the spot. But knowing what lies beneath the shell he portrays is enough to make my skin crawl. I don’t understand how everyone falls for him, even without knowing about his illegal ways. Different women are hanging off him every weekend, each knowing he’s a married man, but not caring one bit.

But then again, who am I to judge? I’m the horniest bitch for three guys who not only tortured me and almost killed me, but also made me their captive. I’m sure they’ve planned to eventually kill me once they get what they want.Just your average everyday American dream.So realistically, I can’t say shit.

“Wanna go somewhere a little more private?” My voice is dripping with sweetness as I roll my tongue between my teeth, waiting for his answer. My fingers trail down his chest playing with the buttons of his crisp white shirt, pretending like I’m aching to rip them open. The way his pupils dilate while he licks his lips looking at me with pure hunger assures me this man is in the palm of my hand. He’s in a lust-filled trance, and I hope I can keep him that way so this will go smoother than expected.

“About time,” he responds in a cool tone. I’d give my left tit to knock that smug grin right off his face. The look of entitlement, like he deserves to have my body, has my blood boiling.

Bring it down. He’s just another dickhead. Just part of the mission.

“Let’s go then.” Plastering a fake smile on my lips, I lace our fingers together, pulling him toward the rooms by the back of the club. Giving one last glance to the guys before they’re out of view, I see just how pissed they all are. Blais looks like he’s about to rip the world apart just to get to me. Ace looks unimpressed, and Theon’s face is neutral, but I can see their rigid stances from here and the way their fists are clenched at their sides. They’re anything but calm.

They aren’t the only ones. I’d much rather be stuck in an Ace-and-Blais sandwich while also pleasing Theon than being with this jackass, but I’m here to get the answers I need to take down whoever is making these people disappear. I didn’t train with the FBI just to be scared of one little fish in the big pond. Novak is nothing but a means to an end.

“Hmmm, I can’t wait to see this gorgeous body.” He pushes me against a wall, resting his palms on each side of my face before we can even get into the room. Leaning in, he runs his nose down the side of my neck, breathing in my scent. I have to physically force myself to hold back the gag that’s threatening to escape me. It’s just another line that guys say in the heat of the moment, but coming from him makes me want to take a nut shot and snap his neck. Everything about this man is revolting.

“Soon.” I give him a cheeky wink, pushing at his chest so he steps away from me. Before I can move any further, he grabs my wrist, forcing me to look at his darkened stare before he laces our fingers back together, slipping his charming mask back on. It’s scary how fast he can flip it on and off.

Only twenty more steps. Twenty more steps, then you can knock his ass out.

We finally make it to the room. The music fades softly into the background, only to be replaced by the thumping of my heart. My palms are becoming clammy, knowing I’m going to be trapped in this room alone with him. Even though I know the guys will be close by in case anything goes south, it still puts me on edge to be in such a confined space with this guy. No matter how much training I have, I’ll always have the distant memories of what I went through before joining the FBI.

Novak is so much larger than me. He’s got broad shoulders, he’s significantly taller than me, and overall he can easily overpower me with little effort, but I have the element of surprise and special training from the FBI. Thankfully, I’ve got a little cocktail in my pocket waiting to lace his veins. I’m strong, probably strong enough to hold him off, but you never know what might happen in these situations.

Rolling my shoulders back, I slip my mask back into place, ready to get this over with. Just as the door shuts behind us, he grabs me by my hips pulling my back into his chest. “I can’t wait to fuck you on every inch of this place.” His hand cups my pussy through my dress, making my body go rigid. The rugged intensity of his voice and the harsh grip he has on me give way to the ever-present panic inside my chest.

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