Page 54 of Revenge Saints

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Then she lifts my hand and presses a kiss to it.

I let her go, watching her walk away, leaving the rest of us behind to plan the rescue that might be the last thing we ever do together.

Dante

It’s driving me insane being locked in here.

I don’t even know how long it’s been anymore.

How the fuck didn’t Aspen lose her mind, trapped in this room for days?

Oh wait—

She stopped eating, turned into a feral, horny little doll…

Myfucking doll.

The door unlocks with a sharp metallic click, and I’m already moving, one step back, handsraised.

A young kid walks in, barely out of his teens. Gun shaking in one hand, tray of food in the other.

I bite back a grin.

“You look scared,” I say.

The kid stiffens, lifting the gun higher. Hand trembling.

I smirk. Roman’s men aren’t soldiers. They’re scavengers playing dress-up.

That gives me a chance.

He drops the tray and bolts like he’s seen a ghost.

Smart move, kid.

I glance at the food. No knife. No fork. Roman’s not stupid. He trained Knox, after all.

I sit back down on the bed, picking at the piece of meat. Sniff it. Eat it.

I doubt it’s poisoned; poison isn’t Roman’s style. No, he’s more of the shot-between-the-eyes type of guy. Nice and fucking personal.

The sound slams into me next—

Bryn’s moans. Her screams.

The headboard pounding against the wall.

I shake my head, jaw grinding.

Fucking bitch probably thinks this is gonna get under my skin. Make me jealous. Turn me on.

Wrong.

I don’t know what kind of men she’s used to dealing with.

Apparently the kind who lose their balls the second a woman moans their name.

I chew mechanically; eyes locked on the door.

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