Page 96 of Psycho

He sinks his teeth into my neck, and licks where he bit, turning the sting to pleasure, and it’s an apt description of our story. Massimo will bite, and cause pain, but he always takes it away.

EPILOGUE

PSYCHO

Getting Carlo Bianchi out of prison was an expensive endeavor. As it turns out, paying off every guard working, as well as the warden, takes a lot of fucking cash. Glancing at Hadley perusing my knives makes it all worth it. She wants this, hell, maybe she needs it.

“What about this one?” She asks, pointing to a nine-inch serrated blade.

I tried to give her my favorite knife, but she refused it, not wanting to use it on this piece of shit, since I frequently use it on her. There was no argument from me because, of course, I don’t want her thinking of this asshole when she’s in bed with me, or any other time. It’s one of the biggest reasons we are doing this in one of my warehouses, instead of our home. It’s best for her to not have physical recollections of her past, where we will share our life together.

“That one will hurt, but if you don’t want him to die fast, you have to be sure to not insert it too deep.”

I catch Carlo’s wide eyes, as he lays strapped to the table. Stepping over to him, I rip the duct tape from his mouth, grinning at him humorlessly as he yells from the pain, which makes me laugh, because that is nothing close to what he’ll experience.

“Time to spill your secrets, Bianchi.”

“Fuck you,” he spits.

Hadley comes over, having chosen her knife, and slides it down his limp dick.

“Do you know what I did to Jimmy?”

He shakes his head profusely, as tears spring to his eyes, and I stand back to watch the glorious show.

“Fuck. Stop.”

Piercing his ball sack, she continues talking, and I fucking love the way she’s elevating his fear. Playing with him while she tortures him.

“I torched his dick.”

Much to my surprise, his eyes grow wider, and I chuckle at the thought that he hasn’t even heard the worst part yet.

“Then I cut it off and fed it to him. I was nice though, and cut it into bite-size pieces, so he didn’t choke.”

He stares at Hadley like he is seeing her for the first time, and I’d bet money that he has never seen her like this. She was his victim, now she’s my violent angel, taking back what belongs to her. It’s fucking beautiful.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He asks, as he continues gazing at her with shock plastered in his expression.

She arches a brow, as if mystified that he can possibly not know the answer to that question.

“You did,” she says, with no emotion to her voice, I know it’s there but, fuck, I’m proud of her for not showing him weakness, not giving him any power to hurt her further.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but it doesn’t reflect in his eyes. He is sorry as fuck, but not for hurting her, he is sorry he ended up in this position.

She laughs sardonically, as she drags the blade across his abdomen, and he hisses in pain.

“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so, Carlo? If you’re sorry, that makes up for you beating me, choking me, and killing my son. Doesn’t it?”

When she drags the knife down the center of his chest, I warn her, “Go slow, baby. I know you want to make him suffer, but we need answers.”

I can’t help but put my arm around her waist when she steps back, because my world is not quite fucking right, if I don’t have my hands on her.

“Who killed her father, Carlo?”

The bleeding is minimal at this point, but he’s clearly pissed, as he flashes me a glare. He doesn’t speak to her, but to me.

“Tell that crazy bitch to put the knife down, or I’ll take that to my fucking grave.”

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