Page 175 of Psycho

I turned to Kai, and he gave me a thumbs up, already having found out who the fuck Lincoln was. I returned my attention back to the fucker.

He cried harder, resignation in his eyes.

I let him see the rage in my eyes.

It didn’t matter that Lainey was back home safe. It was the fact that he had tried to take her from me.

“Ready to meet your maker?”

The chain holding him up rattled when he tried to move back from me.

I pulled the blade from my boots, taking in the steel. It was still coated with the boys' blood from earlier when I carved them.

“P-Please. If you let me go, I swear, you will never see my face again.

I laughed. “You think the King’s Men give second chances?”

He closed his eyes and let out a blood-curdling scream when the sharp metal pierced his skin at that first moment.

I took in a deep breath, reveling in the sound coming from his lips.

It was like coming home, not needing to hold anything back.

Here, I could let out the darkest part of me, the most depraved, and finally feel like the skin I was wearing finally fit.

I smiled at him and got to work.

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I washedthe blood from my hand, watching as the water turned from red to pink to clear.

The actions were methodically taken. It wasn’t anything new.

I had killed men for the club before.

But never had a kill felt more personal, I realized as I watched the water drain from the sink. I would fucking kill everyone in this world if it meant Lainey would stay safe and happy by my side.

What a fucking scary thought.

And I wasn’t a man who got scared easily—or at all.

Tyler Robbins was now nothing more than chopped-up pieces of flesh stuffed in a black trash bag that would be transported to the cremation center owned by the King’s Men. By the time dawn hit, there would be nothing remaining of the man that had been breathing half an hour ago.

I turned to the table in the back, where Dominic and Roman were crowding Kai as they looked at whatever it was on the computer screen.

I took in my little brother for a moment, not saying anything.

Roman had been quiet throughout the entire night.

I didn’t know what Lainey and he had talked about when he took her home, and I didn’t care to find out, but I wondered if that was the reason for his demeanor right now.

As if he could feel eyes on him, he looked up at me with our mother’s eyes.

The last memory I had of the woman was how she had looked at me with fear and pain in her eyes while our dad drowned her in the lake she had taken us to for a picnic.

I was twelve at the time. Too small, too weak, and too young to have done anything to save her.

The only thing I could do at the time was push Roman’s face into my chest while I held him tight, so that he couldn’t see our mother being drowned by our father.

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