Page 1 of Psycho

PROLOGUE

MICAH

Three YearsEarlier

Blood drippedfrom my fingertips to the concrete ground beneath me.

Red stained the walls. A pile of useless human flesh in the corners. All pieces of shit who had messed with what was mine.

I stared into the art I’d made with my own bare hands, unblinking…numb.

The numbness always came with killing.

I didn’t know if this was a good thing or not; to be so apathetic toward something as vicious, as dark, as taking a human life… or, in this case,lives.

I couldn’t bring myself to care either way.

The numbness was my friend.

I was good at what I did because of this numbness. I was good because of the ice that surrounded my heart.

Impenetrable, save for one.

It had always been my baby brother and me.

And then the fuckhead went and found a toy to be obsessed with.

I would have been okay if he wanted a toy to play with for a while, butthistoy was the judge’s daughter. The same judge that sentenced him to a twenty-year sentence. Luckily, Dominic, our club president, got him out using a false confession of a brother who had betrayed the club.

Luckily,Dominic got him out early enough, or I would have broken inside and gotten him out myself.

Roman was lucky and stupid now that he decided he wanted to keep her.

He now had the girl locked away in his cabin at Big Bear Lake.

My fists clenched.

How the fuck would he get out of this without going back to prison? Or worse, dead?

One word from the girl, and he would be sent back to prison.

And the world would suffer if they took away the one person who made me feel human.

If he got taken away from me, I would burn down the fucking world, starting with Sacramento.

There would be no man, woman, or child saved from my wrath.

But that was another problem for another day.

As long as Roman stayed breathing, I would keep holding onto the miniscule amount of whatever it was that made me less of this… unfeelingthing, and more of a man who actually fucking loved someone.

And that was all there was to it.

But these dead fuckers here… the ones I had piled in a corner as their blood spilled from their bodies and flowed on the floor toward my boots… I lifted my foot and shifted away.

The last thing I needed was to leave any evidence behind.

Even if I knew the investigation into this murder wouldn’t be thoroughly looked into.

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