Page 42 of Darling Psycho

Sandman had been searching for his perfect submissive for years.

“He will lap you up and spank you raw.”

She fucking squeaked and caused his eardrums to bleed. “Really? Oh, my fucking god. Is he hot? How tall is he? Where does he live?”

“Just call the number and see how it goes.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lawless, I will.”

Conversation done, he grabbed his laptop, unable to be normal for too long, or his stomach muscles became like rocks. He left the girl beaming at the piece of paper.

A minute later, he discovered Angela had taken off out the back door.

Lawless kicked it with the boys for an hour while he dug into Ruiz’s money.

On his way out of the clubhouse, he ignored a call from Benz.

He didn’t like the past calling.

Arriving home to a welcoming cat and the cold shoulder from the woman of the house. Slouched on the couch, dressed in faded sweat shorts and her hair tied back.

She was too goddamn young for him.

But tell that to his electrified neurons.

She was also impetuous, but what Lawless enjoyed as he tossed his coat over the couch was she didn’t hide the fact she was blanking him. Instead, she did it by staring bullets at his face like she couldn’t stand him.

Lawless knew different.

He’d seen Angela in many forms.

Broken beyond repair.

Confident.

Loud.

Quiet.

Fun.

Outspoken.

Protective.

Loving.

This bristly ball of fluff was a new form, and he was digging her Latina temper.

Call him crazy, but there was nothing more honest than someone showing their genuine reactions. Even her ugly emotions were delicious.

“You hungry?”

Nothing.

“I’m ordering takeout. What do you want?”

Stony silence.

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