Page 73 of The Pretty Psycho

"So—"

"So you got played," he said, deadly serious. "You almost killed yourself for nothing. Hell, man, if you want to die all you gotta do is tell me. I'll gladly push you off the cliff and into Lake Valenheim, if that's what you truly want."

"I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah." He grimaced. "You definitely weren't. Is it your girl?"

"How the fuck do you know about her?" I asked. "We haven't talked about her."

"Come on, Adrian." He laughed. "You already know that those two," probably meaning Jax and Dante, "gossip more than high school girls. Dante told me about Vega the moment shecame into The Pit and how you slammed her down, almost kicking his ass because he allowed her to continue fighting."

"He shouldn't have done that," I grumbled. "You should have also told me that you knew."

"I mean, had I told you then you wouldn't have that look on your face."

"What look?"

"That one." The fucker laughed. "The one that says you hate me even thinking about her, which also tells me that you're off the deep end, bro." Yeah, he had no idea how deep I was.

Sometimes I had a feeling that even I didn't know how deep I was with this girl. So fucking deep, obviously, that one little fight with her fucked with my mind.

"I should've checked all the facts before rushing out like a madman."

"Yeah." He nodded. "You should have. But that's why you have me, to help out."

"Yeah… What the fuck is that?" I murmured, seeing the fast-approaching car, heading straight at us.

The black Audi R8 with tinted windows stopped not too far from us, and before Ethan could even turn around, the passenger side door opened andshepractically jumped out, pointing her gun at us.

My eyes widened at the fury in Vega's eyes, and I didn't miss the fact that she still only used her left hand instead of the right. I opened my mouth to stop her, to say something, just as Ethan turned, seeing her with her hair tied into a high ponytail and those angry eyes directed at him.

The gunshot cut through the otherwise peaceful air, the bullet slamming above my head, or, well, above Ethan's head, when my friend pulled out a gun as well, aiming it straight at her.

"Get the fuck away from him!" she spat out, coming closer and closer to us, while Ethan aimed at her. "Now!"

"Who the hell is this lunatic?" he asked, crouching slightly while I laughed, something akin to satisfaction blooming in my chest. I walked in front of Ethan who still kept his gun held up high.

"Adrian!" she hissed. "What's happening?" I looked at her over my shoulder, laughing at the confusion appearing on Ethan's face.

"Are you determined to kill me today, or is it something else?"

"Cut the crap!" she bit out, lowering her gun. "Who is he?"

"No, no, no, psycho," Ethan said, pulling me back toward him. "Who the fuck are you?"

"My name is Vega Konstantinova." She smirked, looking him straight in the eye. "And if you don't let go of him, I'm going to carve your eyes out. Slowly, painfully, while still keeping you alive."

"That," I couldn't help myself but laugh, "is my girl, Ethan."

"Holy fucking shit," he mumbled, dropping his gun. "She's crazy."

"She is." I nodded, looking straight at her. "But she's mine."

She was still glaring at him, contemplating her next steps, when I crossed the distance between us, coming straight toward her.

"What are you doing here, Bambi?"

"I came for you."

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