Page 6 of Psycho Sinners

“Scar…”

“Don’t feel sorry for me, Ray. This is me, my life. It’s just how it goes.” I smirked. My life was one gigantic train wreck, always had been.

"What troubles such a fine thing like you?" a smooth voice cut through my pity party. Ray’s eyes moved to the body that had stepped up beside me, and I turned, ready to chase them off with some choice words.

Too bad whatever snarky comeback I had died as I found the dark-eyed stranger now beside me, giving me a better view of him.

This man was too young and good-looking to be here enjoying the ladies. He could reel them in with the crook of his finger with that sharp jawline and clean-shaven face. He was model material, high cheekbones, deep brown eyes that were swallowing me up, and a body that was only accentuated by the tailored suit he wore, his undershirt undone enough to give me a glimpse at the muscled expanse hidden beneath.

It took all my constraint to not drag my tongue over my lip.

Maybe he was a mistake I’d be more than happy to make. Go out with a good bang as they say before I get carted off.

Yes, that sounded good, especially now that my head was light and unburdened.

“Mr. Silvestri,” Ray said as he straightened behind the bar, his face sobering as he turned. “The usual?”

“And whatever the lady is having,” the man said as he gave me a charming smile that made my heart flutter. Damn, this man was beyond fine, but those eyes were dark, hiding something behind that smile.

Then again, I hid plenty of my own secrets. Perhaps tonight was a night we’d keep them hidden and enjoy some sins of the flesh. Wash away the pain with bliss and debauchery.

“I’m Cristian.” The man offered his hand, and I smiled as I took it.

“Scar.”

“So, what troubles you, sweetheart?” Cristian repeated, and I sighed, not wanting to do a deep dive into my woes. Especially not since I could see almost every woman in this establishment watching him. He truly was a fine piece, but were they all that thirsty? Sure, the normal flow of men were older and less model-like, but they still waved the green, which was ultimately all they cared about.

Although Cristian’s suit screamed wealth, along with that Rolex that glinted in the flash of lights from the stage.

Perhaps the lost and hurt woman part would reel him in for some mischievous fun? A damsel in distress always got men to sweep in. Men wanted to feel useful and powerful, and I’d play on that.

“Just drinking away some troubles, unfaithful partner and all that jazz. Well, ex-partner now,” I stated as I glanced at Ray, who had wrangled me another cocktail with no complaint, and slid what looked to be a whiskey on the rocks to Cristian. But he was watching me carefully, an odd look in his eye. Did he know what I planned to do?

He didn’t need to worry about me. A little fun with a stranger was the least of my concerns tonight.

“Ouch, drinks sound ideal then. Although, if I may say, he really fucked up there.” He chuckled, the sound wrapping around my misery like smoke. He leaned closer, his cologne a mix of danger and something wickedly inviting. "Perhaps you’d like to vent your frustrations?"

“Are you offering me a shoulder to cry on?” I smirked, and his smile widened.

Or a dick to ride on.

I reached for my glass, taking a sip before setting it down.

“So, tell me the tale, sweetheart, I’m curious,” he said as he leaned one elbow on the bar and lifted his glass to his lips. “I want to know how you handled it?”

I barked out a laugh and rolled my eyes, causing him to arch a brow.

“Tried to surprise him by coming home early, found him in bed with his co-worker. Punched her in the face, punched him in the jewels, then made a potentially big mistake.” I took another hefty swig of my drink, letting my gaze dart across the room to find Noms dancing with Steve, grinding on him and easily earning the hefty pay she was going to wind up with tonight. I had to commend her on her work ethic, she always went one hundred percent in life.

“Damn, aren’t you a fiery one, sounds like they both deserved it though, if the woman knew of you.” Cristian cocked his head at me, the dancing light reflecting in those dark depths. “Did she?”

“Oh, most definitely.”

“And what was this potentially big mistake you made, sweetheart?” His voice was far too sweet, yet his eyes showed another side. They burned into me, with a strange curiosity mixed with sympathy, and something else, something… darker. Had he been scorned just as I had? Perhaps this was why some people gravitated to one another, sensing the shared pain.

His smile had dropped as he gazed at me, as if he was reading every line in my face, every mark my soul wore from the years I’d endured in this life.

In for a penny, in for a pound. I was here to drink my worries away, and I was beyond the point of now caring just how much I shared with this wickedly handsome man. If he got scared off, so be it, I’d nurse a stiff drink until the men in blue came for me.

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