Page 31 of Psycho Boys

“Well, we already know it was her parents and Gunnar, along with his two goons. Do you think that’s everyone?” Ash shrugs, glancing at me.

“Nah, there are definitely more players in this game, but you've named the key ones,” I reply, looking up as Dom finishes his shot.

Our eyes lock, and he speaks with chilling clarity. “They all need to fucking die. And when we’re done with them, we’ll go after our fathers.”

He tosses the needle onto the table near his foot, leaning back in his chair with a sigh of contentment as the drug courses through him. An uncomfortable silence settles, heavier than the dim light in the room, but we all understand he’s right. Even though I’m new to this fight, their pain has become mine, and revenge is all I fucking crave.

We pass the blunt around, formulating a plan, determined not to rouse Calista from her troubled sleep. But then a sudden cough diverts our attention to the hallway, and there she stands—wearing nothing but my t-shirt and a pair of knee-high socks adorned with knives. My heart skips a beat, and I resist the urge to pull her onto my lap, even though it takes great effort.

“What’s going on?” She asks, approaching us with slow, measured steps, her hips swaying in a dance to a rhythm I long to hear.

“We were discussing our next moves,” Killian replies, flashing her a wide grin that elicits a smile in return.

“I want Gunnar and my parents—everyone else is irrelevant,” she states calmly, the tone of her voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“But they fucking kidnapped you!” Ash bursts out, eyes narrowing in anger.

“Because my parents ordered them to,” she retorts, glaring fiercely at him as she strides to the kitchen for coffee, leaving us captivated by her retreating form, hoping her shirt will rise and we'll get a glimpse of her perfect bare ass.

My phone buzzes, breaking the spell, and as I review the messages, a grin spreads across my face and an electric tingle runs through my fingers. “We’ve got a race tonight, and we can score a couple of cars while we’re out.”

“Hell yeah, I’ve been itching to race again,” Ash replies, only for Dom to mutter a string of profanities under his breath, glancing at his broken leg.

“I’m fucking useless like this,” he barks, slamming his fist against the arm of his chair.

“You’re not useless, Dom. You can be our eyes and ears—that’s one of the most critical roles there is,” Calista says, returning to the living room, coffee in hand, and settling onto Dom’s lap. “While we’re racing, you can keep tabs on Gunnar.”

“So it’s just bitch work,” he growls, shaking his head defiantly.

“No, Dom. Just stop. I know your leg is broken, and I’m sorry about that, but you’re still very much a part of this fight.” She leans in and kisses his cheek, her hand brushing against his cock in a way that draws a smile from him, a flicker of life in his otherwise weary demeanor.

And just like that, he smiles. Shit, I would too if she was rubbing my dick.

The moment is interrupted as the door bursts open and the wind howls in, sending chills all through my body. We turn as one to see who it might be, my heart racing at the thought of an unwelcome visitor. But it's only a stray gust of wind pulling at the edges of our sanctuary.

“Shut that fucking window!” Ash yells over the ruckus, scrambling to close it and secure it against the rain.

I roll my eyes but can’t help but admire his frantic energy. Despite the chaos outside, it feels strangely comforting here, surrounded by friends and with Calista close.

“Alright, everyone,” I say, trying to steer the conversation back to our plan. “We need to get through this day and night in one piece. Once we hit that race, we’ll have the distraction we need.”

Cali looks at me, her eyes shining with determination. “And when we win, I want us to follow the information Dom gathers and track Gunnar and my parents down. I need to confront them myself.”

“Cali, are you sure?” I ask, knowing the emotional labor involved in facing her own family. “We can't let you go through that alone.”

“I won’t be. We’ll handle this together—like a team.” Her voice is firm, and the fire in her gaze ignites something within me. I nod. It’s decided.

Dom pipes up again, “I can contact some reliable sources for information while you guys are doing your thing. I’ll set up an operational base—the attic has a good view.” The strength in his voice is growing; with every moment, it’s clearer he refuses to let his injury diminish his role.

“Good idea.” I can feel the buzz of adrenaline coursing through me as we start to piece everything together. “While we’re racing, you’ll need to keep an ear out for any news. Use your contacts; they’ll know where Gunnar is more than we do.”

“Right,” he grins, his earlier anger all but forgotten. “I can do that. And when you catch them, I want to be there to see it all go down.”

I glance back at Cali, who smiles softly as if she can hear the unspoken promises in the room. Together, we’re ready to faceanything that comes our way. No one else can mess with our lives without paying the price.

As we continue to discuss the finer details of our plan, I notice the rain has lessened. Cautiously optimistic, I glance out the window; any moment, the streets will be wet but ready for racing. The thought quickens my heartbeat even more.

With a nod from everyone, we wrap up our plans, and I take one last look at Calista, knowing that she’s deeper into this fight than anyone. The thrill of the chase, the sweet taste of vengeance—it’s intoxicating, and it’s what we all crave deep down.

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