Page 111 of Little Psycho

“What are we doing down here, Kill?”he asks, furrowing his brows in confusion as he scans the surroundings, trying to make sense of it all.

I can’t help but grin, excitement mingling with anxiety as we draw closer."You’ll see."

Then, without warning, fury erupts inside me, coursing through my veins like wildfire.My fists clench, knuckles whitening as I fight the urge to hit something.I draw in a heavy breath, hissing through gritted teeth, my lips curling back.

I’m absolutely fucking furious.

All I see is red...along with the wreckage of my mural—Calista's face ruined under layers of bullshit paint.

“Motherfucker!”I roar, tension radiating through my body as I pace back and forth, trying to make sense of the chaos.“It’s all ruined.”

“Wait, you painted this?”Ash’s jaw drops in awe as he takes in the devastation of my once vibrant artwork.“Kill, this is absolutely incredible!”

“Itwasincredible.Now it’s fucking trash.Why would someone do this?”I glance around at the other pieces I’ve created along the tunnel walls, an even deeper confusion settling in.“None of my other work has been touched.Just this one.”

“Does anyone know about it?”

I rack my brain, desperately trying to sift through the chaos.Just as I’m about to shake my head no, a realization hits me.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter.“Delilah is the only other person, besides Cali, who knew about it.And I highly doubt Cali would destroy my work.”

“Oh, yeah, man.Delilah is a jealous, spiteful bitch.She clearly doesn’t like that you stopped seeing her now that Cali is back.She's jealous that you're giving Cali the d and not her,” he chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood.

I can’t help but crack a small smile despite my seething anger.

But I’m still so damn furious.

"Let's just fucking go," I spit, kicking an empty Budweiser can off to the side."I just wanna go see her now."

Ash hugs his arm around my shoulders as we walk, able to sympathize with every feeling and emotion running through me having to do with Calista.And it's refreshing to have someone else who understands exactly how I feel.

"You think she's been out...killing?"he whispers the last part as we pass a group of homeless men huddled around a fire roaring inside a rusty burn barrel, passing what looks like a crack pipe back and forth.

"I'd assume so.It's like she's addicted to it—to the thrill, the high.Ya know?"My mouth waters as a gust of wind blows the scent of burnt crack right in my face as we descend the tunnel, feeling the itch in my veins from the drugs burning a hole in my fucking pocket.

"Speaking of high."I tug Ash to the side of the tunnel behind the column, pulling out a folded dollar bill from my pants pocket."Want a line?"I ask, opening it up to reveal the fine white powder packed neatly inside.

"Fuck, yeah.I need something to warm my ass up before I get back on my bike."He rubs his hands together, bringing them to his lips and blowing the hot air from his mouth into them.

I take another bill from my pocket and roll it up, quickly sniffing a generous sized bump of coke just to get my blood flowing again.I tilt my head back, block the other nostril, and sniff deeply, trying to get the whole line to drip down the back of my throat.While I adjust to the intense rush and savor the bitter drip, I hand both bills to Ash, keeping a lookout while he quickly sniffs his line.

Once the drug is in our bodies, awakening everything inside of us and warming us up like we wanted, I tuck everything into my pocket, and we continue the walk back to our bikes.

Thankfully, in a much better mood, an idea pops into my head as we mount our bikes and prepare to take off.

"I wanna swing by Walmart real quick," I yell to Ash over the rumble of our bikes.

"What for?"He puts his helmet on, flipping open the visor to look at me.

"There's some things that I want to pick up for Cali."I grin, my head full of naughty ideas and inappropriate thoughts, anticipation rolling around in my stomach as we pull away from the curb into the busy street, congested with after work traffic.

Stopped behind a long line of nonmoving vehicles, I glance at Ash.He raises an eyebrow, intrigue creeping into his expression.

"You gonna spoil her now?After all that time apart?What's the plan, Romeo?"He winks, his curiosity piqued.

I chuckle, the rush still buzzing through my veins."Think of it as a we've missed you, Merry Christmas surprise," I laugh, grinning mischievously.

"You're definitely in fucking deep," he teases, revving the engine as we drift into the flow of traffic."But, fuck, so am I, and fucking Dom, too."

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