The Dirty Saint (Dirty #1)

17. Chapter Seventeen

17

Chapter Seventeen

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JOEY

One minute she was tasting me, and the next, she lay unconscious on the ground, barely breathing.

And it all happened so fast.

“Back away from her, Michael,” I snap. “Or I swear to god, I will slit your fucking throat.”

He shakes his head.

“So this is what you’ve been doing instead of your job?” He grabs Ezra’s ponytail, dragging a whip along her pelvic area. “Fucking the enemy?”

“Don’t you dare,” I growl. “Get away from her. Now.”

“That doesn’t seem very productive.”

Waking up at the action, Ezra lets out an ear-shattering scream as the whip slashes against her stomach, tears filling her eyes.

“Leave her alone!”

When the whip makes contact with her skin a second time, she boils over, sobs ripping through her throat.

“Joey,” she whimpers.

“Let her go, Michael,” I hiss.

“Quiet, you,” Michael demands, and suddenly, Tono is pressed up against my girl, clamping her mouth shut with his hand.

“Take your fucking hand off me,” she grumbles, attempting to kick him.

Taking over, Killian grabs hold of Ezra’s throat, sending a trail of kisses down her neck and onto her chest. She tries to shield herself from his touch, but he only tightens his grip on her neck when she does.

“You taste so good,” Killian mumbles into her skin.

“Go fuck yourself,” Ezra spits.

“Why are you doing this,” I scream, tugging on my chains.

Michael Santo grins.

“Because one must be taught a valuable lesson.”

“Which is what?”

The rich bastard brings the whip up over his head before bringing it straight down onto Ezra’s cheek.

“The power of disobedience.”

* * *

My head whips around as I hear footsteps make their way into the cell, my eyes growing wide as I see my right-hand man standing in the doorway, a sick smile on his face.

“What the hell are you doing here, Dom? Shouldn’t you be in Germany? Last I checked, that’s where I fucking sent you.”

Dom smirks, hiking up Ezra’s shirt and kissing her stomach.

“I thought I’d come back to aid in the fun.”

“Get away from her!” I demand.

“Sorry, Joe, no can do,” Dom looks back at Michael. “I have a new boss now.”

“The hell are you talking about,” I snap.

“You never utilize me. Ever. You fucking send me away on crap jobs that serve me no purpose. And I grew fucking tired of it. You see, Michael here, he sees me. For everything I’m worth.”

I scoff, unable to hide my own laughter.

“God, you’re even dumber than I thought. Do you really think that Michael cares about you? The only thing he cares about is money and power. He doesn’t give a shit who he hurts or harms in the process, and the moment he’s done with you, he’s gonna kick you right to the curb. And when he does, and he will, don’t you even think about crying to me.”

Nothing hurts worse than betrayal. At least, in my eyes. I won’t stand for it, I won’t tolerate it, and I don’t give a fuck that my friend is the one on the other side.

The fact that I am chained up right now and unable to teach him any proper lessons just goes to show how much of a pussy Dom Hastings really is.

Too bad I’m only just noticing it now.

“But, sure, go ahead, continue to suck the deranged man’s cock. I’m sure he loves that.”

I lean my back against the wall, the shackles digging into my wrists.

Suddenly, flashes of my family make their way to the forefront of my mind and it takes a great deal of strength out of me not to explode at the fact that they are out there and I am stuck here.

Not for long.

Dom nods before walking over to Ezra despite my angry pleas.

“Joey, you have always thought you were god’s gift from the fucking earth. But you’re not. And you never have been. And I can’t wait to watch as Tono fills your girl up like the whore she is, and you can’t do shit to stop him.”

I yank on my chains, ignoring their screeching. “Don’t you…Even…Touch her. I’m serious, Hastings!”

He looks at me, his expression as detached from reality as the glare in his eyes.

“I am, too.”