Page 45 of Pretty Little Psycho

Every cell in my body is on fire. I start to panic as my mind instantly flashes back to the night Billy and Chad held me and Bailey hostage at her house. “I don’t owe you shit, motherfucker. Now, let me go.”

His grip tightens around my wrists. “Shit, dressed like this?” His gaze travels over my midriff and thighs. “You came looking for trouble now, didn’t ya? Well, you found it.”

I start to flail and scream, but I know that it’s no use. There are no other cars except the one I stole. There’s no one around to hear me.

“Shh, just relax, baby. Let me show you a good time,” he slurs in my ear. I almost puke from the stench of his beer-soaked breath.

My heart pounds as Spade inches his hand up my thigh. I think I might hyperventilate or pass out. Fuck. Maybe it would be better if I blacked out.

As his fingers move closer to the edge of my panties, the piercing screech of tires causes both of us to jerk our heads toward the sound.

Oh, please for the love of anything holy, let whoever’s driving that car see me up here. Please.

The engine roars, echoing through the barren garage as it approaches. With each squeal of the tires, my pulse races faster.

Spade drags me off the car and grabs me by the hair. “Who the fuck is that?”

“I-I don’t know.” I breathe in through my nose and out my mouth, slowly, in an attempt to calm my heart. I am ten seconds away from having a full-blown panic attack.

A black sedan comes around the bend and slows to a stop in front of us. I can’t see who’s driving through the tinted windows, but as soon as the doors burst open, my blood runs cold. Riot, Atlas, and Valentin slide out from the back seat. None of them are smiling.

“Who the fuck are you?” Spade spits.

Riot waves at his driver and he takes off, leaving the three of them behind. He glares at the drunk creep who has a firm grip on my hair. “You have something that belongs to us, and we want it back.”

“What? The car? Go ahead and take it, man. I got what I want right here,” Spade snickers.

I try to shove him away. “Let me the fuck go, asshole.”

Valentin’s jaw is clenched so tight, I think it might shatter. “The car and the girl are ours.”

“And if there’s damage to our property,” Atlas adds, his blue-green eyes murderous, “then we’ll have to seek compensation.”

Riot’s eyes darken. “And we take payment in blood.”

Spade pulls out a knife from his back pocket and presses it to my throat. “Nah, I think I’ll take this one for a spin.”

I look at the guys, who all avoid my gaze now, but I notice they’ve been subtly stepping closer with each second that ticks by. Without thinking, I elbow Spade hard in the gut. The tip of the blade grazes my neck as he curses at me. But before he can react, Riot yanks me out of his arms and shoves me into Valentin’s.

I whip back around to watch Riot jam his fingers into Spade’s eye sockets. “You think you can touch our girl and get away with it?” He roars in the man’s face.

There’s a wet stain forming on Spade’s crotch as he starts to cry. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Please, don’t kill me.”

“It’s too late for that,” Riot states calmly. A little too calmly. He presses his palms to Spade’s head and in one swift motion, jerks it to the side, snapping his neck. Spade’s body slumps to the ground, lifeless.

I shake and stumble back against Valentin. “Oh, fuck…”

“Get in the back seat,” Riot growls as he nudges me toward Valentin’s car.

My throat burns from trying to swallow down the bile that’s rising up. “I-I’m sorry I took the car. It was just a joke.”

“Well, that motherfucker isn’t laughing.” He points to the mangled corpse. “Now, get in the fucking car.”

I shrink back. Fuck. He’s so fucking pissed. It wouldn’t take much for him to snap my neck the way he did Spade’s.

Riot grabs my wrist. “Don’t make me hurt you, Maureen.”

I can’t stop my knees from shaking as I slide into the back seat next to Valentin. Riot follows in after, sandwiching me between the two of them.

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