Page 219 of Psycho

She sucked in a sharp breath, taking me in with hatred burning in her eyes.

“You should have heard him scream. Begging you for help. But you weren’t around, were you? The fucker begged me. He told me to take you in his place instead. He told me all about you. Told me how great of a fuck you were, and surely, that would have been enough to spare his life.”

“You’re lying,” she sneered.

I inched closer to her.

“You think so?” I asked, my voice light. “You don’t think your bastard husband would have sold you out in a heartbeat if it meant saving his ass? I told him I wouldn’t have touched a woman who was willing to get in bed with a slimy fuck like him. Even as I was cutting him open with my blade, he begged me.”

“No, you’re fucking lying, so shut up. Shut up! Shut up!”

Just a few more steps and I would be within reaching distance to pull the gun away from her.

Garrett was now running his hand over Lainey’s body.

Fuck, but I worked hard to ignore all that was going on the screen.

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are. Mace loved me! He loved me, and I loved him. And you’re never going to get to the girl in time.”

With a manic laugh, she held the gun up to her head, looked me in the eye, smiled, and pulled the fucking trigger.

“No!” I tackled her to the ground.

I was half a second too late.

Too fucking late.

Kacey lay motionless on the ground, blood painting the wall behind her and seeping out of her mangled face.

“Fuck!” I grabbed her phone and tried to find the location, to find anything that would fucking tell me where Lainey was.

“Are you there, Micah?” Garrett’s voice suddenly sounded out through the room. I stood up slowly and looked at the screen, seeing the fucker getting in front of Lainey. “You are, aren’t you? Are you watching me touch the bitch with my hands? Especially the hand you fucking injured?” He laughed. “I’m gonna go now, but don’t worry, I’ll be sure to keep recording while I have my fun with her. Obviously, her pussy won’t feel as good now that she let you use her, but I’ll find a way to still enjoy the… ride.”

He smirked, and I wanted to reach inside the screen and tear the fucker apart with my bare hands.

Garrett moved behind her and pulled off the cloth from her mouth. “Any word to the psycho, sweetie?”

“Micah—” Lainey screamed before her voice was cut off, and the screen went black.

Silence filled the room as I kept my eyes on the screen, hoping it would come back on, and not…

Feeling so fucking hopeless, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

Roman walked up to me. “Micah—”

I let out a loud roar and flipped the desk over in the room.

Roman caught me by the middle when I felt as if I was being torn apart from the inside out.

“Micah, stop! We’ll find her. But please, fuck—” He pulled me tighter against him. “Please. Stay with me. We’ll find her.”

I shook my head, trying to escape from his grip, but fuck, since when was he stronger than me?

“Let me go.”

He shook me. “No. Not until you tell me what you’re going to do.”

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