Page 55 of Darling Psycho

But this spontaneous visit had a purpose, as always, so he endured the hungry little fish with their eyes glued to him as he strode to the bar and took a seat right next to a blond guy drinking from a bottle of Bud and watching the game on the row of TVs.

Juicy would have had a field day in this place with all the preppy pissants walking around before he hooked up with Snake’s baby bro.

For Lawless, it was all white noise.

The female bartender walked his way, looking at him as if seeing a mob boss. Understandably, he didn’t resemble a college student in the slightest. His dark scarf of tatts would scare the weak, so he smiled at her and ordered a whiskey.

One eavesdropped conversation between Angela and Erin yesterday, and it took Lawless a small amount of time to find the culprit.

The pretty prick was sitting on the stool next to him.

Angela had been telling Erin about the prick -a TA in one of her classes- giving her shit, not marking her papers on time, because she wouldn’t date him last year.

Lawless hated little pussy boys who got in their feelings when their dicks were not worshipped. He would have thought less of her had she dated the slurping moron dressed in a pretentious blue blazer and skin-tight jeans.

Turning his head to watch the boy, Lawless knew he had his attention a moment later when he scowled. “Mind not staring, dude?”

Tapping two fingers on the beer mat, Lawless chuckled at the balls on this one.

“You mind not being a giant douchebag, Devin Prescott?

The guy’s head swerved, and that’s when he got a good look at who was sitting next to him, and his face blanched of all color.

It was pitiful how easy it was to gain power over someone.

Fear was a sexy fucking scent, and Lawless might have toyed with this fuckwit another time. Really made him piss his jockey shorts in front of his little gang, but he wanted to get home to see if Angela was there. The badass had been avoiding him like he had an airborne case of herpes. He wasn’t mad about it. Things worth chasing didn’t have a time limit.

But would he idly stand back and let someone mess with her? Not on his fucking watch.

“How’d you know my name? You been to my games?”

Aww, Devin Prescott thought he was famous.

Time to burst his ridiculous bubble.

Sipping from the whiskey, Lawless informed him. “I’m here to tell you, Devin Prescott, to quit fucking with Angela Cabello.”

Guilt and fear coated the guy’s face like he’d been freshly painted. If Lawless grabbed him by the throat, his pulse would be going ten to the dozen.

Psychos got the job done, usually with no emotion attached. The deplorable things Lawless did, was a job. He enjoyed playing cat and mouse games, making someone hurt to right a wrong.

Lawless was the right name for him, since he didn’t care one iota if he was on the right side of decency.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” the idiot dared spout.

Lawless gave him a chance. No one could accuse him of not being fair.

Not a second later, he grabbed the dickless wonder by the back of his neck and slammed his face into the oak wood bar. Blood poured out of his nose, and Devin Prescott emitted a scream to rival a woman in heavy labor.

Bad fish craned their necks to watch.

“Do you remember her now, asshole?” The meat groaned in pain. “I thought you might. So now I repeat, you quit your petty little boy games. I don’t want to revisit you because if I do, it won’t only be your pretty looks I ruin.”

“Okay. Okay.Stop. Okay, man. I got it,” he whined, not even putting in a token fight back.

Pitiful.

Stepping down from the stool, he reached into his pocket and peeled off two notes, tossing the $200 at the bartender. “For your trouble of having to slop up this douchebag’s blood.”

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