Page 6 of Psycho Boys

"Please," I whisper, desperation burning beneath the surface. "Before it’s too late..."

They share a swift glance, and their determination solidifies into a single, unspoken agreement. With Five beside me and the engine roaring to life, I suddenly feel the goading of purpose.

Killian gets behind the wheel, silent but determined, and as the car lurches forward, my heart pounds not just with pain but with a renewed sense of resolve. I will find her. I’ll break through the darkness that threatens to consume everything I love.

I’ll do whatever it fucking takes.

Because in this battle, I'm not just fighting for myself. I’m fighting for Calista. And no fucking shadow, no villain, will take her from me again.

“Mr. Gray,you need to stay and rest. Your body has undergone an unimaginable amount of trauma, and if you push yourself too hard, you might?—”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” I shout, my voice echoing in the sterile room, prompting the nurse beside me to flinch and the machines to quicken their beeping, as if responding to my distress.

Killian, Ash, and Five stand with arms crossed, leaning against the wall near the window, their eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something I can't quite decipher. Ignoring them, I fixate on the nurse, my fingers digging into the IV line as Iattempt to pull it from my arm, desperate to escape this fucking bed.

“Please, sir, keep your IV in,” she pleads, gradually backing away toward the door.

“I don’t need to be here. I have to go,” I sneer, baring my teeth in a primal display.

She casts a pleading glance toward the guys, silently asking for their support to convince me to stay. But looking at them, it’s clear they share my desire to leave this place. Five steps forward, taking the lead over the other two, who still look dazed by the events surrounding Calista’s kidnapping.

“Dom, just stay until the medicine bag is empty, and if you feel you really need to leave afterward, then you can,” he proposes, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, as if there’s a hidden meaning behind his words.

Rolling my eyes, I relinquish my grip on the IV and throw my head back against the pillow with an exaggerated huff that I intend for everyone to hear.

“Fine,” I mutter, shooting a glare at the nurse. “You might as well give me some more pain medication if you’re going to force me to stay here any longer. My body feels like it’s on fucking fire.” I offer her a half-grin as she nods and walks toward the door, a relieved smile spreading across her face.

“Of course, Mr. Gray. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she leaves, I take a breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me even as the pain lances through my body, making me almost wish I hadn’t. Turning to the guys, I find myself at a loss for words; the events of the last few hours replay like a broken record in my mind. Cali's screams still echo, gnawing at my conscience, and my heart sinks further as I think about how we—how I—let her down once again.

“Has anyone heard anything about her?” I ask, my voice hoarse and laced with a flicker of hope.

“No, nothing,” Ash replies, his eyes averted, a veil of shame hanging over him.

“I know her parents are somehow involved in this. Who else could it be?” Killian adds, his hands buried deep in his pockets, struggling against the anxiety that threatens to consume him.

I nod in agreement. “It’s an odd coincidence, especially with everything that happened with our fathers. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Shutting my eyes, I attempt to replay the crash and its aftermath, hoping to grasp something I might have overlooked. I remember two figures; at least one of them was a man, but his voice stumps me.

“Are there any men Cali knows personally?” I ask, keeping my eyes shut against the agonizing pain that races down my arm and into my spine, causing my legs to tingle.

“Shit, I don’t know. We could check her list,” Killian suggests, and suddenly, I feel a surge of energy at the thought.

“Damn it, I need to get out of here. The moment I’m discharged, this will be my focus. I won’t stop until she’s back where she fucking belongs. We should make our own list of potential suspects and hunt every single one of them down.” My blood boils, fueled by an insatiable thirst for justice and revenge, simmering just beneath the surface—ready to fucking erupt.

A silence settles in the room, thick and suffocating. The three of them exchange glances, and I can tell they’re weighing their options—whether to humor my manic energy or to try talking sense into me. I don’t need their fucking pity; I need them to understand that any moment we waste sitting here could mean another minute of uncertainty for Cali.

“Dom,” Five begins, his voice soft but firm. “I get it. We’re all worried about her. But you’re in no condition to be charging into a fight. You can barely sit up.”

I grit my teeth, frustration boiling over. “I don’t give a damn about my condition! We can’t just sit around waiting for someone else to save her. That's how we fail!”

Killian steps forward, his eyes intense. “You’re right, Dom. But we can’t be reckless either. We need a plan. Rushing out there without thinking could put us in even more danger—and what if it gets her hurt?”

“What if it already has?” I counter, the edge in my voice slicing through the room.

Ash, who has been silent until now, finally speaks up, shifting uncomfortably. “Maybe we can use this time to gather intel while you heal. If we can find even a hint of where she might be...”

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