Page 45 of Psycho Sinners

“I thought you could only have a five minute call? We’ve been on here for ten.”

As if summoned by her pointed remark, the door swung open, Tyrone’s towering frame filling the doorway. I guess knocking was not a requirement in this place.

“You know, most people knock,” I commented, but shut my mouth when his jaw ticked. Best not to poke the great white shark in my room. Even if he had a killer dick that still bothered me.

“You’ve gone over your time.” His tone was more fact than accusatory, and I chewed my cheek at the way he was staring at me with those dark, dead eyes.

Definitely a goddamn shark reborn.

“I thought you’d come and tell me when my time was up,” I lied through my teeth. I’d hoped I could speak with Noms for longer, so hadn’t bothered keeping track.

“You’re an adult, you can manage that. Although if you can’t, you’ll lose access to your phone completely save for the calls. I’m being generous in granting it back to you.”

Yeah, with so much child-lock on it that it was practically useless.

“Okay, got it. Noms, I gotta go,” I muttered.

“Take care of yourself, Scar. You’ve got this. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more.”

With that, I ended the call and set my phone down.

“How do you know I won’t call her again?” I dared to ask.

“You can only make one call every two days, I’ve altered your phone so you can’t do any more than that. And 911 is blocked. All numbers are blocked save for the ones added into your phone at this time.”

I frowned at him, wondering how on earth such a thing was even possible. Then again, money could get you a lot, they probably had a damn hacker on their payroll.

“Who is this little guy?” I asked as I patted my furry companion once more, grateful for his company beyond anything.

“Kenny. He’s Julian’s.” His gaze fell to the cat, and then he turned, not offering me any other words or bringing up what had happened at the table as he strode straight back out.

Leaving the door wide open, of course.

I sighed and shook my head at that, knowing it was just a small sign of his power here.

Whatever. He could keep his God complex to himself. Prick.

I stared down at my phone, flicking through all my apps to see just what had been altered.

My social media was locked, no access to messaging services, and the entire comment feature was gone, like my keyboard settings had been removed. I could scroll social media and like things, but that was it.

Tommy. Had he blocked me on social media? I was using an alias name on there, something I did whenever I broke up with a crazy ex. I’d delete socials and make new ones. I only really followed a few people, so it wasn’t a big hassle.

Tommy’s profile was now locked. Guess the bastard had deleted me, and he’d blocked me on some.

I pondered on how I truly felt in regards to him losing a hand. What had Julian done with it anyway? Did he have it stashed somewhere as a trophy like the damn tattoo on the wall at their other place?

“How can he be so sick and yet have you?” I wondered aloud to Kenny as I scratched his neck.

I frowned as a text came through.

Come tend to me, pyro.

I scowled at the message, the contact saved as only J. Julian, of course. I could only assume he meant tend to him sexually, and my skin crawled at the thought.

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