Page 57 of Psycho Boys

We leave him there in a pool of blood, a lifeless heap in the alleyway. The silence of the night is broken only by the distant sounds of the city. As we walk back to the bike, the weight of what we've done settles heavily upon us. The cool night air nolonger feels like armor; it's a clear reminder of the brutal reality we've just created.

We don't speak on the ride back. The city lights blur into streaks of color, mirroring the chaotic jumble of emotions swirling within me. The high is gone, replaced by a bone-deep weariness. The silence is heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic whir of the bike's engine.

Back at the apartment, the others are still lost in their haze, oblivious to the events of the night. We don't tell them. There's no need. They understand.

Cali and I shower together, my casted leg hanging out the edge of the shower, the water washing away the physical grime but not the emotional residue. As much as I want to fuck her, make her mine again right here, I don't. Neither one of us dares to try anything. We wash each other in silence and then she wraps her arms around me, somehow knowing the mental turmoil fogging my mind.

"I love you, Dominic," she whispers over the stream of the scalding water, rubbing her naked, soapy body against mine.

She gets my dick hard in mere seconds, and before I know it, I'm grabbing her hair as hard as I can and shoving her ruthlessly to the floor of the shower, forcing her knees to take the brunt of my actions. She knows what's about to happen, and with the black hair tie around her wrist, she pulls her hair back into a low ponytail like a good girl, rising on her knees so her face is level with my dick.

"I love you too, Cali," I finally reply, a smile curling on her lips. "Now open that fucking mouth, Little Psycho," I growl, putting a palm against the shower wall and my head under the running water.

She begins to open her mouth and Impatiently I thrust my dick inside, forcing it open the rest of the way. With a single jerk of my hips, the tip presses against the back of her warm throat,and I shiver as she gags around my cock. Without me having to tell her, she looks up at me while slowly bobbing her head, taking my dick in and out of her mouth while swirling her tongue around it ever so teasingly.

"Fuck," I mutter, grazing her cheek with my free hand, my touch making her increase her speed.

The faster she sucks, spit drips from her lips, and I fuck her mouth in an angry array of thrusts, bringing tears to her eyes that slide down her cheeks with the shower water.

I watch her fuck herself with her two middle fingers while her thumb vigorously rubs her clit, turning us both on and making my cock pulse against her tongue. She sucks like a pro, taking me deep down her tight throat and swallowing to make it even tighter, making all the blood in my body rush to my dick and my orgasm appear out of nowhere.

"Fuck, stick out your tongue, stroke my cock, and sit up straight," I command in a desperate, dominant tone that she listens to right away.

The moment she sticks out her tongue and begins stroking me, my cum spurts out, landing on her tits before it finally finds her tongue, making her look fucking stunning covered in nothing but me and the water washing the evidence away.

At least we still know what happened.

After we clean up and get dressed, Cali follows me to my room, locking the door behind us. We lie in bed, the silence between us a calming contrast to the violence we've unleashed. I pull her close, her body trembling slightly. We hold each other, the comfort fragile and fleeting, and before we both know it, we're fast asleep with one less monster haunting our nightmares.

The next morning,the sun rises, casting a pale light on the city. The world continues, oblivious to the darkness we've brought into it. We look at each other, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air: What now? Part of the shared trauma that bound us together is gone, replaced by a void. The future stretches before us, uncertain and terrifying, at least until we finish the mission we've started together. We've ended one cycle of violence, but what will replace it? The answer remains elusive, a chilling uncertainty hanging over us like a shroud. The silence is deafening. But it's a brand new day with so much to look forward to, and now is the time for me to begin to rebuild my life without the demon on my back.

No matter what, it's going to be a good fucking day. Why? Because my father is finally gone. He's never coming back except to maybe haunt me, but I can live with that. The main thing is now he can't hurt anyone else, and for that, I finally feel like I can breathe for the first time ever.

1. Mother

2. Father

3.Holden Graham

4. Gunnar

5. Adam Moretti (Ash's father)

6. David Blacksburg (Kill's father)

7.Jackson Gray (Dom's father)

8. State Senator Pete Gallagher

9. Mayor Kyle Benjamin

10. City Councilman Marcus Rutherford

11. Judge Hayden Wilson

12. Brockton Chief of Police Robert Bailey

13. City Councilman Mr. Josè Brown

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