Page 4 of Soulless Deeds

I sighed. “This place is too fucking crowded.”

“What’d you say there, Killer? Couldn’t hear you?” Psycho called over his shoulder.

“You’ve overstayed your welcome,” I said louder.

Psycho turned with a dramatic pout, midnight blue hair falling into his eyes. “Where am I supposed to go? I’m a fugitive on the run. Anyone would recognise this face.”

“Yeah…and run away screaming.”

He smirked. “True, it makes your sister scream all the time.”

I fake gagged, and he placed a full coffee cup in front of me, which I accepted without preamble.

Despite the perceived hostility, I liked him—he was good for my sister. Micah was our leader, the reliable voice of reason and elected referee. She had been on an undercover mission to infiltrate Oakview Asylum with the single goal of bleeding information from Psycho by any means necessary… She fell in love with him instead.Insert eyeroll here.

We all worked together to break him out and rescue his sister, Ava, in the process. Although the circumstances were messy, I’d never regret saving them, all for the effect he had on Micah. It was the first time since our eldest sister Chase’s death that Micah had let her guard down and relaxed her well-maintained veneer of self-control. It was enlightening to watch her give into her emotions and allow herself permission to care for someone outside of our family circle.

Right on cue, Ava and Emerson entered the communal area from their shared room—which was a given as there were four crudely carved bedrooms in total. Micah and Psycho were together, Tanner refusedanyoneentering his personal space and there was no way in hell our new addition was rooming with me.

If you couldn’t tell, I’m not fond of sharing. One bathroom, people. I repeat: one fucking bathroom.

My gaze bounced between them, their appearances contrasting one another. Similar to her brother, Ava replicated a thunderous, brewing storm, long, dark blue hair, severe grey eyes and all sharp angles. Emerson was her light counterpart with sunshine blonde strands, striking blue orbs and a deceiving innocent face to match.

They sat on either side of the island, Fran jumping up to settle into Ava’s lap.

“When’s Tanner getting back?” Psycho asked. “We need some testosterone in this place.”

“Fran takes offence to that,” Ava said, scratching the chihuahua behind the ears, who in turn growled in her brother’s direction.

Psycho scoffed. “He has the biggest dick to balls ratio of any species on this planet, and like a little bitch, he chooses pussy over his own gender…every damn time.”

Emerson snickered. “How is that different from any other male?” Psycho spared her an unimpressed glance. “What?” she asked.

“Just wondering if this sarcasm and sass is genetic. You know, since you all have it.” Psycho placed his palms over Ava’s ears. “No way are you Kings corrupting my baby sister.”

Right on time, Micah entered with a big yawn, showing us all her damn tonsils. Psycho lit up like he’d had a hit of Amp and she was his next fix. He placed a fresh mug of coffee in her hand, shepherding her half-asleep ass to the stool next to me.

After a cup—or five—Micah was alert enough to discuss our next course of action, the caffeine giving her golden skin a heated flush.Or is that because Psycho won’t stop fawning over her?

It was still weird to see her so accepting, receptive of another’s touch. In the past, if someone outside our family came in close proximity, she’d act as if her flesh was melting from her bones. Even so, we knew her boundaries, how much she could tolerate. With Psycho, it was like she had none at all.

“The meeting with Vice is in a couple of days. We have to figure out how we’re going to go about this. All guns blazing or stealthy precision?”

“—all guns blazing.”

“—stealthy.”

Emerson and I interrupted at the same time.Three guesses on who said what.

A couple weeks ago, when Micah went on a solo exploration mission into the Caverns, she managed to meet our long lostsupposeddead uncle, Oscar Masatino. She soon ensured that the treacherous cunt legitimately stopped breathing, but not before overhearing some vital info.

The new gang he had sworn allegiance to not only made Ludus their little bitch, but they also had an upcoming meeting with Vice. We fully intended to gatecrash, hence my very taxing rendezvous’ and infiltration measures into Vice territory.

Psycho remained behind Micah, absentmindedly playing with her glossy brown hair. “I’ll vote in favour of whatever you choose, baby.”

Micah fucking preened, Emerson groaned and I rolled my eyes. “You don’t get a vote.”

Psycho didn’t reply, instead giving me one of his serial killer smiles as Ava piped up in the corner. “Wouldn’t it be more beneficial if you go in undercover, potentially gain more intel when they speak freely rather than under duress?”

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