Page 29 of Darling Psycho

Macabre? Oh yeah.

But then, one day, it happened like a punch to the side of the head.

His monsters and demons watched and waited.

Stalked and salivated.

Hungry little fuckers.

They studied like he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the set anymore.

And he knew, didn’t he?

He was infected.

Making him human. How disappointing.

Making him fucking care.

And made himwant.

Thirsting with a hunger that wouldn’t quit.

It lived in his throat.

Ah, fuck. Did that make him the bad fish now?

Friends. Foes. Enemies. Lovers.

Lawless knew people loved titles to pin on their chests, proudly displaying their worth to the world.

This was more.

It was bigger.

And for the first time in his deviant life... Lawless was without a plan.

Now that shit was terrifying.

All week he’d been flying by the seat of his pants, doing predator shit, stalking digitally like he was a teen with a crush.

If he had a conscience, he’d probably feel some guilt over what he’d been doing, but go figure, he didn’t. It was only an hour ago when he cut the hacked feed to the college campus where he’d been following Angela around to her classes.

A hovering demon protecting his slab of meat.

Now he strolled into the casino, looking for the man who’d been blowing up his phone for days.

Talk about a teenager in love.

Jay displayed all the neurotic signs, and his former lover scowled when he caught sight of Lawless in the doorway.

“My security is shit if they let you in without a check.”

He shrugged and advanced, closing the door before folding down into the chair in front of the desk. “Pushing paper is a grim look on you, Jay.”

The other man sighed and dropped a folder, sitting back in the oversized leather chair. A hand ran through his hair. “I fucking hate it.”

“Why don’t you let the manager deal with it?”

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