Page 37 of Pyscho
My Girlies – Sky:Knew I always liked that man xx.
My Girlies – Lake:Oh thank god... xx
I grin widely, but it slowly fades as I stop on the bottom step. A memory hits me, or more like a smell, before I was knocked out, and I frown, trying to place it…
“Jax,” I whisper, and he looks my way, raising a brow, pausing, putting the cigarette in his mouth. I chew my bottom lip, and I ask, “Can you stop smoking?”
He tilts his head and asks, “You don’t like it when I smoke?”
I shake my head slowly and whisper, “I don’t want to lose you.”
His light brown eyes soften, and he drops the cigarette on the floor and says, “Okay, then I’ll quit.”
My eyes widen, and I gasp, “Really?” He nods, and I bring my pinkie up and say, “Swear it?”
Jax grins widely and hooks his pinkie with mine before he twists our joined fingers and kisses mine, and I kiss his as he whispers, “I promise, cupcake…”
That mother!
The front door opens, and I look up in time to see Psycho storm in with a face like thunder, and I get it. I didn’t come to him, didn’t trust him, believing he’d sleep with Misty, something over the past four months I have to come to realize was me believing the worst without talking to him even though he never deserved it, he was putting me first as he always does by allowing me to think the worst, something again I never should have done because I know him, I know what is in his heart.
Heck, I basically played him to see how he truly felt about me like an idiot instead of informing him he’s my dream not New York but the man is on my shit list.
He promised me he would quit!
Eyeing the vase on a small table near me, I pick it up and throw it in his direction, my emotions taking over. He quickly ducks, just being missed, being hit.
His eyes wide come my way and I shout,“You lying piece of shit!”
Chapter 13
Psycho
“How could you do this without fucking telling me? Without keeping me in the loop?” Glock shouts, his red face full of anger, and I tilt my head at him because really?
The man isn’t that dumb.
He knows why we kept him out of the loop. He is well aware that we knew he’d put a stop to my plan just to make Clara happy, not thinking of his daughter or the reason why she was marrying a gangster wannabe to begin with.
Fuck for months he never even questioned her choice of groom.
I curl my lip at the fucker as his face reddens with anger. Glock made a few mistakes over the years, which normally happened after big blow-ups with Clara over her appearance. She wanted stuff done, he refused to pay for it, and she’d kick him out of their house and threaten to leave him, stuff we never really saw, Glock wanting everyone to know things were perfect until she left him and shit came out.
Is it an excuse to get your dick wet from someone who isn’t your wife? Fuck no, but for the past year he’s been trying to win her back and nothing he did was bringing her back to him and now we know why.
He didn’t transfer her enough money to get what she wanted, only gifting her cars, jewelry, and other things.
The bitch, a woman I saw as family deceived her daughter, loaned money from wanna be thugs. Dangerous ones none the less, because of how they conduct their business if you don’t pay them back on time, something she was well aware of and it is time Glock sees what his wife has been up to these past few months and what the damages has caused. Damages he went along with not realizing the truth.
“Because your wife used your daughter,” I state, gaining his attention from where I sit at my designated seat next to my President. I continue, “Venom did some digging with me while you were busy chewing Blade out on the phone about keeping you out of this when you know without a doubt you would have stopped me.”
“Fuck’s sake, Psycho, you had your chance, and you blew it,” he sighs, and I raise a brow, but he shakes his head and reminds me, “She was marrying someone else willingly so she must have felt something for him.”
He’s lying to himself, and even he knows it. Ivy has been in love with me since fucking puberty, something I’ve finally opened my eyes and realized after spending years running from the truth. She wouldn’t agree to marry someone who isn’t me unless something big happened.
“Or,” I say, “Clara borrowed five hundred thousand dollars from the Hyenas to have all the cosmetic surgeries you refused to pay for, knowing she wouldn’t be able to pay it back, and they added an extra two hundred onto the bill like they do with all their clients.”
He pauses then demands, “What the fuck are you talking about, Psycho?”
