Page 148 of Psycho

I tried to tell myself to be realistic, but still, hope bloomed in my chest, and my fist clenched in a tight ball as I waited with bated breath.

It felt like an eternity had passed in the moments since I heard the growl of the motorcycles, to when I caught a glimpse of the first headlight.

“Fuck!” Tyler shouted, the end of that one word drowned out by the bikes coming in closer to us.

It all happened so fast.

I felt like I blinked, and suddenly, we were surrounded by bikes, of men all wearing the King’s Men’s cut.

Nine men total.

My eyes moved around from one face to the next, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I couldn’t seem to stop crying, and I couldn’t think about anything but finding him.

Where was he?

A small panic took hold when I got to the last man and didn’t see him, but I was sure it wasn’t because he wasn’t there.

I tried again, moving to the first man in the line, and I almost passed over him again.

And once I saw him, the rest of the world ceased to exist.

I covered my hand with my mouth as I cried harder.

Right there, in the middle. His eyes were focused intently on me, making me feel safe and protected for the first time since they took me.

I shook, wanting to take a step toward him.

He subtly shook his head.

My brows pinched, but before I could really think about it, all the bikes turned off.

It was as if they had rehearsed it, though I knew it wasn’t the case.

The whole place was encased in sudden silence.

Micah pulled out his gun, and the man next to him did the same thing.

They each pointed at the men that had been standing on either side of me before.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you. Not if you want your brains to paint the ground,” Micah said coldly.

The man on my right must have thought he had nothing to live for anyway because he turned and rushed to me.

I watched in horror, unable to make out what the look on his face meant, and just when he got close, a loud bang rang out, and blood sputtered out from the side of his head.

He looked at me with wide eyes before he quickly dropped to the ground.

“Fuck,” Tyler groaned, bringing my attention back to him and the boys.

They were huddled together, looking down at the dead body with fear and disgust before they directed their gaze back to me, shaking their heads.

What the hell did they expect me to do?

Slowly, Micah got off his bike.

The other men did the same, but I wasn’t paying attention to them.

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