Page 11 of Psycho

“I’m at the Bonetti warehouse on third street, and I need assistance. It’s urgent.”

If he is wondering why I didn’t call 9-1-1, he doesn’t say anything.

“I’ll send for a couple cars, and be there myself in a few minutes.”

Massimo stands staring at me, while his gaze travels the length of my body several times, as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, giving me the impression the look on his face right now is why they started calling him Psycho.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

He chuckles, with an evil expression, leaning his head down and staring into my eyes, as his own darken, with a predatory glare.

“Like what? Like I’m the wolf, about to teach the pretty little lamb the consequences of walking into the wolf’s den?”

My eyes widen at his words, but I don’t speak. I’m not sure I could if I tried.

“That’s right, counselor. I’m going to rip you to shreds, before I devour you. The louder you fucking scream, the harder I’ll dig my blade into your sweet flesh. I’m a well-controlled man, so I’ll wait patiently for that part, but mark my words, I’ll watch you bleed. It’ll be a pure fucking pleasure.”

He rubs his hands together with excitement, when he notices the flashing lights. I don’t know what he’s excited about, but I’m happy that this is about over. I want to get the hell out of here, and never see this evil man again. Well, until he’s behind bars.

The chief of police, Bob Roberts, approaches us, with six police officers flanking him.

“Mr. Bonetti, good to see you, sir. Is there anything you need assistance with?”

I look at him, waiting for his response, but he shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m not the one that called you, Bob.”

The chief asks him, “Did you want us to remove her? If she’s causing problems for you, we’re happy to take care of it.”

What? I called him for help, and he is asking if Massimo wants me removed from the premises? He has not even addressed me, and I know my face is turning red from the anger surging through me.

Massimo chuckles, as he stares at me with an unreadable expression.

“I’m perfectly capable of removing anyone I want removed. I’m sorry she wasted your time.”

Glancing at Roberts, he nods at Massimo. “No bother at all. Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Bonetti.”

And they turn to leave.

What the fuck just happened?

All the air escapes from my lungs. This is insane. What the hell happened to ‘serve and protect’?

I turn back to him, my panic visible on my face, and, judging by his evil expression, he is enjoying this far too much.

“Do you see now, counselor? We’re untouchable, because we own everyone.”

I straighten my back and glare at him.

“Not everyone. You don’t own me.”

He steps forward. “Oh, but I will. Once I catch you, I own you.”

“Once you catch me?” I question, honestly because there’s no catching what’s already in front of you.

Massimo runs his tongue over his bottom lip again, and growls in a deep voice.

“Run, little lamb. Run like your life depends on it. If I catch you, I will devour you.”

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