Page 99 of Little Psycho

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.I feel like one of our fathers knows she’s been living with us somehow, and this shit is all a fucking trap.”

I grimace, the weight of his words pressing down on me harder than any substance ever could.“How exactly?”

Dom glances back at the house, then leans in closer, his voice low.“I’m not sure, but something my father said didn’t sit right with me.”

I look at him, waiting for him to explain.Taking my silence as an understanding, he continues.

“I guess leaders from the society want to keep you close, Kill—actually the three of us close.And you know how that goes.If we step out of line?—”

“What, they’ll hurt us?You think I give a shit?I don’t think they can hurt me anymore than they already have.”I feel my anger boiling over again, my already frayed patience wearing dangerously thin.

“Fucking think, Killian!This shit isn’t just about you!They’ll use you as leverage against us and everyone else connected—anything to get to Cali.”His words cut deep, and for a moment, I picture her face, the way she looks when she’s worried, those deep, soulful eyes filled with uncertainty.It makes my stomach turn.

“Fuck,” I mumble, snuffing out the cigarette against the marble.“I don’t understand why everyone is so hell bent on finding her.”

Dom leans back, a glimmer of satisfaction shining through his brows.“Yeah, you do, Kill.Think about it for a second; most of them had a part in what happened to her—what her parents did.They were at those parties, just like our fathers were.Now that people are turning up dead all over the fucking city, they’re afraid that it’ll be there turn next.They know it’s Cali killing them off, and now they’re trying to get to her before she gets to them.”

I sigh, conflicted, now thinking that Delilah’s presence isn’t a coincidence at all.Knowing my father, if Dom is right about him knowing Cali has been in touch with us, he’s trying to use Delilah against me—hoping I’ll tell her something that will lead them right to Cali.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter as the pieces click in my head.

“What is it?”Dom asks, quirking a brow as he looks at me.

“Delilah is here, and I think my father is trying to use her to get information out of me.”

The door behind me creaks open, and as the light from inside shines out onto the front lawn, Dom jumps back in the bushes to hide.I turn around and see Delilah walking out, two more glasses of champagne clutched in her hands.

“Look,” she says, sitting beside me on the step.“I’m sorry for what happened back there.I didn’t come here to piss you off.I didn’t even know you’d be here,” she says softly, smiling and putting on a show that I don’t buy for a fucking second.

“Whatever, D.I don’t need an apology from you.I don’t need shit from you.What I said the other day still stands—we’re fucking done.”I stand up and back away from her, peeping the evil look hiding behind her green eyes.

“This is about that girl, isn’t it?”She asks, her tone dripping heavily with jealousy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I shrug, lying, of course, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Bullshit.You told me she came back to find you.”

“No, I never said such a thing.”I spit a glob of saliva onto the damp grass, shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from hitting her.“You can tell my father that whatever game he’s playing isn’t going to fucking work.”I spin on my heel and saunter off down the long brick driveway, anxiety gripping my chest.

It’s not until I’m halfway down the street that I hear heavy, rushed footsteps from behind me, and seconds later Dom appears next to me, gasping to try and catch his breath.

“Yeah, fuck that cunt,” he seethes.“She’s the one who told your father Cali was back.I fucking knew this shit was a trap.”

“Yeah, well, now we have to find Calista and let her know that we’re all being watched.We need to get her somewhere safe.”I hang my head, feeling the stress of everything piling on top of my shoulders.

And as we continue walking back to our place, I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched again.But is it Cali this time?Or is it someone entirely different that we have no idea about?

I don’t bother turning around to find out.I just walk, thinning of all the shit that’s about to go down and the hell to follow with my father.And yet, even with everything crumbling around me, I still can’t get Cali off my mind, hoping she’s okay wherever she may be.

THIRTY-SEVEN

HIDING

BEG FOR ME—MANIC KAZZY

CALISTA

“Start fucking talking.Either tell me what I want to know, or I’ll end you right here, right now.”I grit my teeth, pressing my favorite blade to Stewart’s throat—a trusted confidant of Killian’s father and my parents.

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