Page 21 of Psycho Sinners

His eyes narrowed, a predator sizing up its prey. "You'll break, Scar. Just like the rest of them. Whether you crumble or shatter, I guess we’ll just see.” He crouched down, out of reach, although there was little use in trying to attack him with Ty the fucking concrete wall right next him. "Many women would kill to be where you are. To be our pet."

The word 'pet' rang in my ears, the fight burning to life once more. He saw me as some animal he could break or tame, a mere plaything. But they had another thing coming if they thought I'd simply roll over or crumble. I belonged to no one, and I'd hang myself with their leash before I'd ever wear one willingly.

7

SCARLET

Isat back on my heels as a knock resounded through the room.

“Cristian, go. And turn off the damn jammer,” Ty ordered, and Cristian sighed but did as asked, gliding past me and giving me a wicked smirk as I glared daggers back.

“Julian, bring me her phone.”

So Mr. Hair Dryer head was Julian. Now I finally knew all their names. Perfect. The three Silvestri brothers. A bunch of goddamn pricks by all accounts.

“Looks like we have more guests,” Cristian called out, and I whipped my head to the front door, my blood running cold as two security guards walked in with Ray and Noms. Noms’ wide eyes met mine, and they only widened even more as they dropped to my throat.

“Scar—”

“We have much to discuss, I suggest you stay quiet,” Ty cut her off, and Noms was quick to clamp her mouth shut. That alone didn’t bode well. Noms wasn’t afraid of anyone, but the way those blue eyes burned into me, the whites of them visible, it made my stomach churn.

Ray was silent, his face downtrodden as he let his eyes move around the room, taking in the three brothers and my collapsed form on the floor.

“Scarlet Zimmer here agreed to our help, whether she realizes it or not. We did her a favor, and for that, she now owes us. We made her problems go away.” Ty was formidable and imposing with how he towered over us all, even bigger and more terrifying than the two security guards holding Noms and Ray. Definitely a man not to be trifled with.

Too bad I just didn’t give a flying fuck anymore.

“You killed Tommy you psycho fucks. I never agreed to this! I didn’t know he could actually do a damn thing,” I snarled, lurching to my feet.

The air was knocked from my lungs as Ty’s heavy foot planted on my back, and I lost my precarious footing and collapsed back down, my face slamming into the floor.

“Tommy’s dead?” Noms gasped.

“You’d do best to mind your place, pet,” Ty said as he kept his shoe firmly on my back, my cheek pressed into the floor.

I’d find a way to break his ankle for this.

“Let her go. You can’t do this!” Noms snarled, writhing against the guard holding her. Too bad it was like she was fighting an iron statue, the guard gripping her tight with what looked like little effort.

“On the contrary, Naomi, I can do whatever I want. As an example, the more you argue and fight, the more pain you cause others.” Ty’s foot lifted from my back, and the crushing sensation on my ribs eased as I sucked in a grating mouthful of air.

He moved past me and towards Noms, and my heart lurched to my throat as I struggled to my knees.

He stepped in front of Ray, blocking my view, but Noms’ scream pierced the air as Ray grunted.

Ty stepped aside, casting a dark look back at me with cold, unforgiving eyes. My gaze moved to the knife jutting from Ray’s shoulder, my breath catching.

Blood bloomed against his shirt around the blade, and the room sharpened, fear wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket.

"Lesson one," Ty said, his voice steady despite the heaviness of the room now. "Don't ever challenge me."

“Ray didn’t do anything!” Noms screamed, tears streaking down her cheeks as she fought the guard to no avail.

Her continued screams echoed off the walls, and I knew one thing for certain: the Silvestri brothers were wild, unpredictable, and absolutely terrifying.

No sound left my lips as I just stared, my blood running cold. My throat wouldn’t have allowed me to scream even if I’d wanted to.

“Quiet down,” Cristian snapped as he moved before Noms, catching her face in one hand.

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