Page 14 of Psycho Sinners

That wasn’t just some artwork, it was a damn tattoo. They’d fucking skinned someone and hung the piece on the goddamn wall. What the actual fuck was wrong with these people?

“They have someone’s fucking tattoo on the wall, they skinned some bastard. Some Johnny Brandt,” I hissed out, my eyes wide at the section of tattoo. It looked to be a family crest with guns around it, perfectly preserved and showcased.

“What. The. Fuck.” Noms relayed what I said to Ray as I forced myself to slip into the hall.

I could only pray Cristian was here alone today. I needed to get my ass out of here before he woke up. I’d hightail it out of here and never look back.

Hell, maybe he had left me here. Then again, did that mean I was now a prisoner? There was no leaving through the front door without some assistance.

I paused, glancing at the four doors in the hall. All were closed, and I chewed my cheek, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as my stomach flipped. Fuck, I shouldn’t have drank so much last night.

What if Cristian wasn’t the only one home?

“How many brothers are there?” I whispered, my voice so low I was lucky Naomi even caught them.

“Three. Although Ray says he believes only Cristian was around the past few days. He hasn’t seen the other two in the past four days.” Her words were just as soft, as if she feared they’d magically hear her over the receiver.

I prayed Ray was right, because that meant I had a three-to-one chance of finding a room with a window. The fourth would be a room with the sick fuck from last night who liked to flay people.

And fuck like a wild beast.

I gritted my teeth, forcing the wicked thought down. I stepped to the first door on my left, resting my hand on the slim handle, my heart skipping a beat.

Please, let the room be empty.

I painstakingly turned it, thanking the powers above that it didn’t creak as I gently swung it open.

A bathroom greeted me, one that was far bigger than any damn bathroom I’d ever seen. This one contained a four-person spa in one corner, a shower with jets all around, and then the lone toilet. It was bigger than any entire bedroom I’d ever had, and I just balked. Black stone glared back at me with gold trimmings and finishings, while the black marble counter ran the entire length of one wall with two sinks and far too much storage space underneath. It was a dark room, only illuminated by the small windows up high all around.

Yeah, I was not making my great escape from any one of those.

I pursed my lips, glancing over my shoulder at the door behind me. The likelihood of that being the room with Cristian was terrifying, and I wondered if he’d shoot me upon opening the door. The thought made my skin itch uneasily, and I took what little comfort I could in Noms soft breathing on the other end of the phone. At least I wasn’t entirely alone, not really.

She was remaining quiet, along with Ray, and I was beyond thankful for that. I turned, pulling the door almost shut behind me, when movement behind the opposing door had my back snapping straight.

My breath caught as it creaked open, my heart kicking against my ribs.

Fuck my life.

"Looking for these?" His voice was gravel mixed with honey, Mr. Covered in Tatts standing there, my panties dangling from his ink-swirled hand.

Cristian was a sight for sore eyes in nothing but some sweatpants, which only accentuated that damn weapon between his legs as he leaned on the door frame. His dark eyes moved to the phone against my ear, his smirk faltering.

Fuck me.

"Perfect timing," I shot back, my heart pounding against my chest, threatening to break free. "Was actually going to do my walk of shame. Got a ride, just couldn’t find the handle for the front door."

“Walk of shame?” He arched a brow at me, his gaze glossing over me before settling on my phone again. There was something unnerving in those dark eyes as he still held my panties up like a damn trophy.

“It was fun, I needed it, a bit rough though,” I stated as I touched my throat. “But I think I should get going.”

“I think you should stay, little firestarter.” Those dark eyes were trained on mine, unyielding as he stared me down.

I fought the urge to cower under that devilish look, wondering if Noms was hearing him.

“I don’t think I should, I’m not feeling too good. Too much to drink.”

“It wasn’t a suggestion, kitten.”

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