Page 33 of Psycho Sinners

“Our main place.” He didn’t bother to elaborate as he turned towards me, those dark eyes sweeping over me like one would some financial papers. No emotions, no interest, just purely business, like he was determining how much of a hindrance I was going to be. It left a sour taste in my mouth.

“Eat.” It was not a request as he turned and headed straight back out, his imposing form disappearing as he shut the door behind him.

I stared after him, a scowl darkening my face.

I was being moved. Great. They always said never let your kidnappers move you to a secondary location.

I slid off the bed and inspected the bag, glancing over the fancy crest on the side of it. It looked expensive, and a peek inside the bag promised as such. The damn takeaway container had gold foiling for Christ’s sake.

I pulled out the round container, popping the lid and getting the most delicious whiff of some garlic chicken creamy soup.

Had he been mindful due to my throat? No, I doubted he’d cared that much, but I slumped into the executive desk chair and fished out the silverware. Definitely a fancy place if they included silverware. Either that, or they did it just for him.

I sipped the soup, relaxing at the smoothness of it, not too hot either, and damn, did it taste exquisite. It slid down my throat with ease, and the so-called soda he’d mentioned was some fancy kind of pop that I didn’t even recognize.

I popped the top off and sipped it, finding it sweet but not too overpowering. I might’ve actually thanked Tyrone for the meal if I wasn’t his prisoner.

I took my time, enjoying every spoonful as I gazed out the window at the darkening sky, a stark reminder of how much time I was to remain their plaything.

A lot more nights to go.

12

TYRONE

Coming home and finding our newest pet sitting in my bed had stirred something odd in me. She’d watched me the way a cat would watch a dog, uneasy, but ready to lash out if needed.

She certainly was a fascinating little thing, and I’d done some digging on her, finding she was nothing like the typical women Cristian found.

She had wit and fire, along with a slew of drama and trauma nipping at her heels. She’d seen a few therapists, and I’d contemplated getting my hands on those files, but decided against it. I still needed to see how she was, just how much spark burned in her.

I still couldn’t get over the fact she’d whacked Julian with the hair dryer and bitten him. Thinking back on it had made me smirk while I’d been busy with some business dealings.

A quick call on the way home, and Julian had revealed to me how he’d had some fun with her, along with Cristian. He’d tested her, seeing just how obedient his new plaything was as he had his way with her.

Julian had stated she was strong, the only tears she’d shed had been because she’d been gagging and choking on cock.

My own dick had twinged at the thought of her pretty little mouth around mine, those plump red lips working down my shaft as those piercing blue eyes threatened to see right into my soul.

There was a haunted look to them when I’d arrived home and given her the food I’d picked up for us all. I’d even made sure to get her soup after seeing the damage Cristian had caused. Swallowing wouldn’t be easy, so finding out she’d been forced to give them head had me fascinated.

Even as I’d stood by the desk, I’d seen her stick her chin out defiantly in the reflection as she’d asked where we were going.

She had a backbone, and she wasn’t about to let my brothers break her.

Not yet.

“How’s the kitten?” Cristian mused as he helped himself to the seafood mix I’d gotten us from one of the many high-end restaurants we owned.

“Seems fine.” I glanced at my phone, glossing over the text from one of my men about yet another issue with a rival family.

They just couldn’t stay in their lane, and I was getting sick and tired of reminding them of their place. It was time to start dropping bodies if I was to get my point across.

“Her head game is strong,” Julian commented. “Should give her a whirl.”

I grunted my reply, not entertaining the thought.

“We’re going back to the apartment. I don’t like that she’s got her friends here,” I stated as I took a swig of the whiskey I’d poured myself. Today had been a long one, and I’d had to cut a man’s life short for doing me wrong. I usually let my men handle the messy stuff, but sometimes, you just had to do it yourself to drive the message home. Besides, it was one way to let off steam, especially after the mess Cristian had brought upon us with this little Scarlet woman.

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