Page 29 of The Pretty Psycho

"She's fine," he cut me off and came closer to me. "She was able to survive twenty years of her life without you by her side.I'm sure she'll be able to survive all of this as well." It wasn't rational. It wasn't normal, not even close, but I was jealous of all those that got to be in her presence during every one of those years when I didn't even know she existed.

But maybe, just maybe, on some subatomic level, I always knew. Arseniy spoke of his long-lost sister more than he spoke of anything else. Or, well, Dimitri spoke of her, all things considered. But I knew of her. I knew she existed. I just never thought it would be the girl who would steal my heart.

And I couldn't even be angry about it.

If it made her happy, I would carve it out and serve it on a platter. Her enemies were my enemies now, and I only regretted meeting her so late, when everything felt so fucked up. When I had my father in the back of my mind, because I had no doubt that he would try to use her against me.

Jax's phone rang, and he answered by the second ring. "Okay," he murmured. "Yeah." The fucker started laughing, looking at me. "I'll tell him."

"What?" I asked the moment he finished the call. "Who was that?"

"That was Dante." Jax chuckled, putting his phone back into the pocket of his coat. "He just saw them on the cameras passing through the gates. They should be here any minute now."

"Hmmm." my eyes narrowed at him. "Why were you laughing?"

"Because," he started again. "Dante saw you on camera and he said you look like you need to take a shit."

"Oh, fuck off," I grumbled. "I don't," I stammered. "Do I?" Shit, I didn't want to look constipated.

Jax kept laughing, finding this entire situation amusing, and I had half a mind to kick him in the face. I couldn't wait for the day when he would fall for someone. Although, seeing how he was here, waiting with me when he definitely didn't haveto, told me there might have already been somebody. And that somebody was probably in the car with my girl.

I was about to ask him about Yolanda and the time they'd spent together, but just as I opened my mouth, the sound of the car tires crunching on the gravel road had me turning around. My eyes zeroed in on the sleek black Audi A7 slowly coming toward us.

Too fucking slow.

My foot was tapping, my fingers itching to touch her, to make sure she was all right. I couldn't see due to the tinted windows, but I knew she was there, sitting inside. Probably grumbling if she already saw me, because I knew my girl had claws and she wasn't done using them on me. Fuck, I was getting hard just thinking about her nails on my skin. Of her teeth on my lips.

She would be my undoing, and I didn't mind bleeding for her. I didn't mind giving her anything she wanted, if she would only stay with me.

Just stay with me, I thought to myself.Please, God. Please make her stay.

The closer the car came, the more I could see who was inside. Arseniy was the designated driver this time, Dimitri sitting right next to him, and what a shit-eating grin he was wearing as he looked at me. I was absolutely sure all of them thought this was all very funny, but I still couldn't see Vega. I still couldn't get my heart to slow down.

Jax came closer to me, his presence vibrating with a nervous energy I could understand, especially since I suspected that something was going on between him and Yolanda. I took one look at him, but his eyes weren't on me. They were focused on the car that was slowly coming to a stop, while his fingers twitched, mirroring my own.

"I guess I'm not the only one looking constipated." I chuckled, making him look at me.

"Shut. Up," he grunted. "You've no idea what you're talking about."

"I think I might have an idea." I grinned, turning toward the car.

Arseniy jumped out first, followed by Dimitri, and I fucking hated the look on Arseniy's face. Shit really went down in that hospital, and there was definitely a need for cleanup.

"It's so good seeing you again," Dimitri said, stretching, just as the back doors opened, revealing a head of blonde hair. Definitely Yolanda.

Jax was next to me one second and rounding the car in the next, heading toward her. I couldn't hear what was said or what was going on between them, but Yolanda looked like shit. She turned toward me, letting me see her blotchy pale face and a fear so obvious it shook me to my core.

I couldn't wait any longer.

I crossed the distance between me and Vega's side of the car, pulling it open and almost tearing it off of the hinges.

"What the fuck?" she said the moment she saw me, her eyes wide and filled with annoyance directed at me.

There she was.

My sun.

My girl.

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