Page 19 of Psycho

“It’s my turn.”

I smirk at her and nod.

“Very well. Ask your burning question, ADA.”

“Were you in my house?”

I’m more than a little surprised at her question. I thought the first thing she wanted to know would be about my family.

“I was.”

Her eyes widen in response, like she’s shocked I would do such a thing.

“So it was you that, umm, finished on my bed.”

“Cum, little lamb. You can say the word. Yes, it was my cum on your bed. Until you set it on fire like a goddamn pyro. I should also let you know your little evidence bag won’t accomplish anything.”

She shakes her head in disgust, like she has never seen semen before, which can’t possibly be the case. This woman is fucking gorgeous, and I’m sure, without even asking, she’s had many men chasing after her. Why that thought pisses me off, I have no goddamn idea.

“Why would you do that?”

I chuckle, as I drag my hand down my face, remembering watching her anger flare, as she doused her own fucking bed in gasoline.

“I wanted to rattle you. I wanted you to know I was watching you. While I didn’t know you’d go crazy, and set your bed on fire, I’m not sorry. It was hot.”

Arching an eyebrow, I grin at her, which seems to only unsettle her further, as her eyes grow ferocious and narrow at me.

“I’m not talking about the fire. Lunatic looks good on you, little lamb.”

She scoffs, as she looks at me like she’s better than me, and it pisses me off. It’s at that moment that I decide I’m going to torment this girl. I knew that already, but now it’s going to be far more prolonged. The desire to mark every inch of her, knowing how angry it will make her, is intense.

“My turn. Who tortured you before me?”

I allow my eyes to scan her delicious naked body, only looking into her eyes when she speaks her answer.

“Carlo, my ex-husband.”

My irritation grows that I didn’t know this piece of information, that’s not hard to find. How the fuck does she have a husband I didn’t know about?

“I did a background check on you. Marriage records are public records, so explain how I did not find this information?”

Grinding my teeth, I can feel my pulse quicken, as my nostrils flare. How the fuck did I find so little on her?

She scowls at me, dismissing my goddamn question, and bites, “That’s two questions. I answered yours. It’s my turn.”

It’s easy for a woman to be a brat under normal circumstances. This woman is tied to a cross, naked, with dried blood on her body, and still giving an attitude, and it excites me far more than I care to admit. Much like the goddamn picture in her house, there’s a familiarity with her, but it’s something I can’t place. Maybe I saw her in one of our clubs at some point, because the name does not ring a bell. It’s that odd feeling that you’ve seen someone before, maybe in another lifetime, because I know if I saw her, I would have fucked her. Anastasia is not the kind of woman you fuck and forget. You remember it.

I nod in agreement, and wait for her to ask her next question.

“How have you never been convicted of any crimes?”

I flash her a grin, because it amuses me that she really doesn’t know. On one hand, I think maybe she’s terrible at her job, but on the other, I know people in the DA’s office would be tight-lipped about my family, certainly to a new person. After all, it’s literally their skin on the line, if people start talking, and causing headaches for us.

“I assume you aren’t asking about me specifically, but my family. Nearly every person in law enforcement is in our pocket. We own them all. The Chief, your boss, all of them. Those we can’t control usually die. If they’re a liability, they can’t exist.”

“Easton,” she gasps in surprise.

I nod and continue, “He has a drug problem, and has gotten himself into trouble with the Juarez Cartel. We’ve bailed him out more than once, in exchange for his cooperation. I supply him with cocaine, and he does whatever the fuck I need him to.”

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