Page 59 of Psycho

“That’s not what this is, little lamb. I don’t love. I’ll take care of you, but love, marriage, and babies? I can’t give you that. I won’t.”

Turning in my lap, she straddles me and places her hands on my face, as she stares at me with a sad expression.

“You deserve to be loved too, Massimo.”

She lays her head on my shoulder, and speaks in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I think I loved you when I was twelve. The anger of what I thought your father did, took me down a different road, one of vengeance, but if I’m honest, I think I always loved you. It doesn’t matter what you say, Massimo. Love is not a decision, it chooses you. You have given me every reason to not love you, and yet, I still do. If I had the choice, though, Massimo, I’d choose you. I see the real you. Not the Psycho, because that’s a small part of the man you are. You’re so much more, and I love all of you. Even the broken, jagged edges.”

I hold her closer, unable to reciprocate her feelings, but knowing damn well, I don’t want to spend a day without her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

PSYCHO

I don’t want to leave her, I’d prefer to stay buried in her sweet pussy all day long, but I need information from my family. Somebody has to know something about all this shit. I plan to extract Carlo from prison and deal with him, but there’s still the matter of her father. I want to know who the fuck killed him. It’s important, for some reason I cannot identify, that she knows it was not a Bonetti. I know that already, but I need her to as well.

“I don’t want you to go,” she pouts, as she pulls up her t-shirt, tempting me with her pierced nipples.

Reaching out, I pinch her rose bud as she squeals.

“Behave. I need to do this.”

Leaning my head down, I capture her lips, and kiss her softly.

I turn to leave, but stop halfway to the door.

“Oh, and Hadley?”

Looking over my shoulder, I catch her gaze on my ass, and chuckle softly.

“Keep your goddamn hands off my pussy.”

The sound of her giggle follows me in the entryway of my home, and I rub at that familiar spot in my chest, because fuck me, I don’t hate it.

The first words Bones speaks to me have me annoyed.

“Is she dead yet?”

I don’t respond audibly, just answering with a shake of my head.

While I knew my mother would be here, since it was my request, I’m pleased to see her. Since my father died, she has spent a lot of time traveling the world, and we don’t see her nearly enough.

I waste no time scooping her into my arms, squeezing her tight, and placing a kiss on her cheek.

Taking a seat on the sofa, I nod a greeting to my brothers; Bones, Reaper, and Kage.

“Mama, do you remember Hadley?”

A soft smile crosses her lips as she nods.

“Of course. She’s unforgettable.”

I glance at Bones, who is eyeing me curiously, wondering why I am asking about a girl we have not seen in years.

“Hadley is the ADA. Anastasia and Hadley are the same person.”

My mother is the only person in the room that is not wearing a shocked expression.

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