Page 49 of Darling Psycho

Three long years in total for her.

There was no crying. She was numb, but felt like screaming.

She understood nothing anymore.

“Why... why are you telling me this?”

“If you’re gonna be angry with him, you can at least be angry with the full facts.”

“Angry?” Angela laughed without humor. “I feel like a selfish prick right now.”

Snake snorted. “I don’t think you can be a prick.”

“Who gets themselves sent to prison?”

“Lawless does.”

Holy fucking shit.

Snake stepped into her space and cupped her shoulder. His voice was softer when he spoke. “The crazy maniac gives a fuck, Angie. Don’t ask me to work out his logic. My brain would explode. Only Lawless knows that.”

The crazy part was, she’d always been able to understand him. Even without words, they’d shared this crazy connection.

And she’d been treating him like shit ever since he got home.

Oh, god, she was going to throw up.

Swallowing the urge, she thanked Snake and climbed into the car, driving up the mountainside on autopilot while her mind went freaking nuts with this new information.

Seven years of his life from meeting her until his prison release, he’d dedicated himself to vindicating a crime that could have easily landed her in a world of trafficking, and he’d done it wordlessly, not wanting a pat on the back.

She remembered asking him where he was going on those weekends he took off. He’d only say it was business out of town.

It was her business.

Her vengeance.

Lawless killed for her.

There was no motorcycle parked outside of the cabin, and she thanked God because she barely made it inside on jello legs. Her breath was staccato.

Oscar would be pissy for not getting his greeting, but Angela headed directly upstairs. Pulling off her clothes, she climbed into the shower, letting the hot water pour over her head as she processed everything from the last twenty minutes.

Remembering those such angry letters she’d written him toward the end.

She’d even taken back his best friend status.

Ouch.

Was it possible to feel lower than she did now?

She’d lost her best friend, but now Angela realized she’d lost something more... she’d thrown away his trust. Having been so deeply in her loss, she’d never asked the right questions.

Now, as the shower drowned her, she thought about them all until her head was packed to the brim.

Later, dressed only in sweatpants and a Maleficent t-shirt, she hid out in her room, unable to face Lawless when he got home.

She needn’t have bothered because two hours became three and then four, and at 1 a.m., she finally crept down the stairs to grab a bottle of fizzy water.

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