Page 24 of Darling Psycho

Her head was busy, practically screaming with the knowledge she’d seen Lawless again, and he’d held her hand and dragged her out of the casino.

And oh, not to mention his demand, too.

She parked, climbed the cabin steps, and picked up Oscar the moment he darted down the stairs to greet her, cuddling the tomcat to her chest for comfort.

Lawless was home, and he collected her from the big bad wolf like she was a kid who needed picking up from school.

How did he know she was at the casino?

Did he come to see Jay and only threw her out once he realized she was there?

How?

Why?

All good questions, and Oscar didn’t have the answers to any of them.

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Lawless idled his bike with both feet braced on the ground. The curved road led to the cabin, and he watched her park and then stormed up the stairs like her ass was on fire. Staying there a few minutes more, watching as lights came on inside.

Since leaving the shit hole trailer park behind, everything in his life had been easy for Lawless because freedom meant he could go anywhere, do anything.

Did he think prison was brutal? Compared to facing Angela, prison had been a cake fucking walk.

He’d known she would be angry, confused. All those other biting human traits people felt when they’d been slighted. There were a lot of reasons to hate him, all good ones too. All of them he’d managed with his two hands like modeling clay.

His silence meant she hated him now.

His angelic fucking monster hated him. Impervious to emotions, or so he’d thought, standing in the casino with her little girl feelings shooting emotional bullets at him, he’d felt the burn through his skin and bones.

He didn’t have a plan other than to get her out of there before he put a fucking bullet in Jay’s forehead.

One demon led her away while another demon watched.

He was no better than Jay, probably worse, because at least Jay prettied up his apologies and could pretend better than Lawless at giving a fuck.

He idled on his bike until he forced himself to turn it around and head away from his secluded cabin, where the little monster behind the walls was probably plotting his murder.

He wondered how’d she’d do it?

Lawless smirked, knowing it would be inventive.

Jay had taught him.

He’d taught Angela.

The circle of life, or so the saying, went.

Nothing felt right about leaving.

But he’d known he’d have to allow Angela to come to her conclusions about how she felt seeing him again.

Her shock had been visceral, slamming into him like a full-body electrocution.

Her anger was raw, passionate, snapping at him through her gaze only.

It had been a struggle to keep his hands to himself.

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