Page 190 of Darling Psycho

“Of course, Judge Davids thinks I’m the shit. Luxe is picking him up now.”

“My clever badass.”

“These kids are tiring.”

“Only gonna get worse when they patch in.”

Since he was five years old, Saint had wanted the patch, dogging Lawless around the clubhouse.

Resting her forehead to his chest, Lawless cupped the back of her neck, feeling how she relaxed into him.

Angela was his vice and eternal sin, and he didn’t mind if it killed him. Proof of it was when she lifted her face, smiling her secret smile when her fingers walked up his chest.

He could almost smell the desire in the air.

Couldn’t get enough of her, wouldn’t ever get enough.

“We have two hours before we get this show on the road, Penn.”

She only called him Penn when he was fucking her or when she wanted fucking.

His dick twitched, and Lawless felt the roar of lust for this woman rise off his skin.

Wanting her had been his default setting for a long time.

The wedding and I Do’s were for Angela because one morning, several months ago, she turned to him in bed and said she’d like to get married. Lawless was already irrevocably tied to her, but she’d been calling him husband since then, and it got his motor running, hearing it on her lips. It was like she’d unlocked a new kink he didn’t know he craved. He was going to fuck his love into hiswifelater today, probably in some dark closet at the club while he gagged her screams.

But he had a funny feeling he was about to fuck his angel first.

She nuzzled and sent him sex eyes. “Do you want a fast pre-wedding fuck?”

She blew his mind constantly, and when he hauled Angela over his shoulder, palming her ass, she was squealing with happiness.

With the rough, consumed way they fucked each other, he might have to carry her to the celebrant.

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Saint, aged 25.

Everyone always said Saint was a mirror image of his father in looks and character. Maybe they were right because when he knew he should be feeling a shit ton of emotion at that moment, remorse and guilt at the top of that list, he felt nothing other than irritation.

Phone in his hand, he knew the person to reach out to, and the call connected.

Knox Marinos answered.

“Christ, Saint, this better be good. I was about to get my dick wet.”

“Alpha, there’s a situation I need help with.” he looked down at the bloodied body at his feet.

Very much dead.

“Code black or red?”

“Red.”

“Fuck. Who is it?”

“My girlfriend’s dad.”

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