Page 27 of Psycho Saints

He set the tray on my lap. Bacon, eggs, and toast filled the plate. My mouth watered at the sight, but I arched a brow at him. Since when was breakfast in bed a thing?

"You made this?" I asked, surprised at the display.

Tyrone nodded. "Figured you deserved a treat after yesterday."

Yesterday. The memory of Ian's blood on my hands flooded back like a detached nightmare. I swallowed hard and picked up a piece of bacon, my hunger waning. So this was a gift to commemorate my murder. How delightful.

"Where's Cristian?" I asked, noticing his absence as I glanced around the room.

"Out with Julian. Business stuff." Tyrone settled on the edge of the bed. "You've got me for company today."

I decided not to offend him by turning the food away now that my mind had moved back to yesterday's gruesome events. I tried to shove all the bloody images away as I chewed slowly. "What... What happened to Ian's body?"

Tyrone's expression hardened as he gazed past me and over the city. "Don't you worry about that. He'll never be found."

Of course not. He was probably buried under ten layers of cement or dumped in the ocean for all I knew. Whatever his final resting place, I was glad it was hidden from the world.

"How does this change things? For us, I mean." I set down my fork after another mouthful, my stomach knotting. I'd made a choice yesterday, one with many implications, and I needed to know what this meant.

Tyrone stared hard at me for a moment, and I gazed back, my heart fluttering with unease. He suddenly leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, taking me by surprise. The kiss was soft, almost tender, but I remained frozen before him. When he pulled back, his dark eyes bore into mine.

"It changes everything," he murmured. "You're one of us now."

I nodded slowly, unsure how to feel about that declaration. "Which means?"

"That we treat you as one of our own."

Again with the vague answer, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes, wishing he'd not be so cryptic for a change.

Tyrone stood, smoothing out his shirt, and glanced at my barely touched food. "I want to take you out today. You need more clothes. That wardrobe of yours is looking mighty empty."

"My wardrobe?" I arched a brow, wondering which invisible one he was referencing.

"Mine. I don't have much in there, so the rest of the space is yours." He returned his gaze to the city as he clasped his hands behind his back.

I'd hung my dresses in his walk-in closet, but it was a fairly empty space, just a selection of his suits, nearly one whole wall empty.

"Really?" I frowned, not sure how I felt about this.

"Yes, now finish your food while it's hot. Want a coffee?" His gaze met mine once more.

"Um, sure."

He nodded and strode out, leaving me there feeling rather uneasy.

I stared down at my food, lost in the memories of what I'd done yesterday.

The revenge I'd gotten for my sweet little Lily.

I blinked away the sudden tears that had swelled, not wanting to shed another single one because of that horrid man. I'd gotten justice for her, and that was all that mattered.

But it didn't bring her back.

I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a shaky breath. I'd done the unthinkable, taken another life. I'd let my rage and need for revenge consume me, plunging me into the same dark world these monstrous men called home.

I was just like them.

I clenched my jaw, my appetite now gone. Tyrone was right. This changed everything. Not just my place with them, but who I was. I was a killer, no longer someone who'd just murdered to save another. No, I'd murdered, brutally, for justice. I'd allowed the monster lurking beneath my skin to show itself, embracing a side of me I'd tried to pretend didn't exist.

---