Page 188 of Darling Psycho

“All bad savages die eventually for their actions, especially when he’s done everything deserving of a death worth being hunted for.”

“As the British say, bollocks. You belong to me now, so your life is mine to do with what I choose.”

Lawless smirked at the certainty in her voice.

She wasn’t wrong.

“You humanize me, angel. You’re a woman who makes a man go mad.”

“You put yourself in prison, so you were pretty mad already. Now, unless your rubbing hand is about to start something, let’s get to sleep before Saint screams the house down again. Goodnight, my darling psycho.”

Lucky bastard that he was, kissed her neck and waited for Angela to fall asleep.

She tasted better than any kill.

Better than sin.

A house of cards stacked carefully to his making.

It was hard work being right all the time.

Who the fuck was he kidding, though?

She’d drowned him in emotions for years, so now he wasn’t sure who had manipulated who into their relationship.

No one else knew how to call a psycho to heel.

Lawless went into sleep, counting the ways he’d tie his woman up in the morning.

* * *

More years later.

“This is beyond embarrassing. Who waits twenty years to get married?”

Lawless glanced up from cleaning a gun and caught the familiar scowl of his seventeen-year-old son as he chugged milk from the carton, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He had Angela’s dark complexion and Lawless’ eyes. Also, his disposition.

It wasn’t anything Lawless hadn’t heard before.

For weeks, Saint had bitched that they were ruining his life by getting married now.

Spoiled little shit had everything he could want, but what a hard life the teen had if you asked him.

“Where’s your mom?”

“She’s as crazy as you are. You’re cleaning weapons, and she’s in her office talking with a judge to get Dax out of jail. Do either of you know this is your wedding day?”

Lawless snickered, running the oiled cloth over the hunting knife Angela gave him for Christmas. “Yeah, we do. One day if some unfortunate shit wants to marry you, you’ll both do it in your way, too.”

No one could bribe like his badass. She was a sought after attorney all across Denver. She’d be greasing a judge’s hand right about now, so Dax would be out of jail and drinking a beer at their reception.

Grinder’s boy was a handful.

All of them were.

Saint sidled up and rested his ass against the table, legs crossed in front of him. Only Angela could have persuaded their pup to wear dress pants and a shirt. But underneath, he was already covered in ink.

“Why now, after all this time, Dad? I thought you guys were fine without the legal paper.”

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