Page 2 of Psycho Sinners

“It was empty, you know where it is, it’d take some crazy winds to have the fire spread, and the fire engine is already there. I may have called it in before I actually lit the place up,” I shared. I was crazy but not completely psycho.

“Well, I guess that’s… something. Fuck, I knew you had your issues, but this is taking it up a notch.”

"You know me, go big or go home," I joked, and she just snorted.

"If people were listening in right now, they'd lock us up in a ward."

"I'm probably going to wind up in one now," I said as I blew a raspberry. Psycho Scar was finally going to be institutionalized. If only my exes and high school bullies could see me now.

"Don't worry, I'll visit you," Naomi said with a chuckle. "Fuck, what are we going to do?"

"Wait for shit to hit the fan."

"Oh, it's past that. This is nuclear level. Cops will be after you," she said with a click of her tongue.

That was a given.

"Not my first time in a paddy wagon, or cuffed," I stated.

"Bitch, we've all been cuffed, just not by the real deal."

"Fuck off, you were there with me that time! Remember Shane?" I reminded her, and her wicked cackles had me grinning stupidly.

"Right, that fuckhead. Yeah, we really messed up his truck."

Understatement of the century. After he'd had my new rescue dog put down because he didn't like her barking while I was at work, Naomi and I had taken our revenge, keying 'murderer' into the side of his car and then slashing his tires and smashing the windows in. There may have been some expanding foam involved, too, and paint remover tossed on the hood.

We'd both been arrested that evening while we'd enjoyed wine at her place. We'd pled guilty and got some community service, but that'd been the end of it.

"You should come here. Have a drink while you wait for the cops. Tell me everything, I've got time," Naomi said as music began playing in the background. The club wasn't too busy on Tuesday nights.

"You know we have problems, right?"

"Yeah, but being normal is never any fun."

I smirked at this. We'd become best friends when we were teens, and we were certainly far from normal. Our issues and being stuck in detention had made us connect way back then, and the rest was history.

"We need therapy."

"Bitch, please, that boat has sailed and sunk. Embrace the chaos, you only live once," she shot back. "Now get your ass here, I'll make sure we've got cocktails ready."

"What would I do without you?"

"Probably burn the world to ash."

She wasn't wrong there, even though we were both just as crazy as one another, Naomi did sometimes try to rein me in, especially when things got too dark and wicked.

Her reasoning was she didn’t want to have to hurt someone to join me in prison just so she could fend off all the ladies who'd try to make me their bitch.

As if I couldn't defend myself.

"See you soon, bitch."

"See you soon, psycho. Don't burn anything else."

"No promises."

I strode through the doors of Taboo Kisses, the neon lights outside not quite capturing the vibe within. The club had always had an oddly sophisticated quality, with the brown leather booths and gold trimmings, smelling of cigars and money. Only the elite came here, wanting their time with the best of the best. Something Naomi prided herself on.

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