Page 36 of Pyscho
Oh, jeez. My makeup has smeared, and my hair is a big mess…. Damn, I look like something out of a horror movie.
Shaking my head, I quickly grab my wipes and remove the crap before brushing my hair and putting it in a messy bun, suddenly happy I left this stuff here on our movie night, the night we made our child.
I scrunch my nose at the hideous dress and unzip it halfway down my back, not able to lower it any lower and I growl and look around the bathroom for some scissors but don’t see any.
Rolling my eyes at Psycho being a typical man, I turn and leave the bathroom, kicking the dress as I go before I leave Psycho’s room, half smiling at the picture of him and I on my eighteen-birthday sitting on his nightstand that catches my eye.
I go down the curved staircase, careful not to trip over the monstrosity of a dress, and head to the front door.
The fact that the thing is white is just hilarious.
“Hey Cain,” I say as I open it and he turns my way with a raised brow and I get it I should be kicking off right now, screaming and shouting, maybe trying to leave to get to my groom at the alter but instead I turn and ask, “Can you close your eyes and pull the rest of the zip down please?”
The man clears his throat before I feel the rest of the zipper being pulled down and I quickly grab the dress at my breasts, not wanting this man to lose his life especially when he’s going to make an amazing brother and treasurer for the club when he completes his prospecting phase and I turn back to him.
I smile, and his hazel eyes widen suddenly, scared, before confusion takes hold when I ask, “Did Psycho leave my phone with you? Luna had it.”
He clears his throat again, puts his hand in his pocket, and hands it over. I smile again and say, “Thanks. Can you let the alpha man know I’m awake now, please, and I would like to see him?”
He clears his throat again, the six-foot-something beast of a man looking even more scared by my reaction, and he nods. I chuckle and walk inside, hearing his “What the fuck,” as I close the door behind me, which I grin at before making my way back upstairs to Psycho’s room. I know I have a pair of leggings still here, though I won’t be able to fit in my top, so I’ll just ‘borrow’ one of his by borrow I mean steal and never give back.
After changing, I sit cross-legged on Psycho’s black sheets, smiling a little at the picture of us. The smiles gracing our faces send butterflies shooting through my stomach, and I shake my head.
“Never should have believed he’d screw Misty after our night together,” I mutter before bringing up Hayden’s number and swallowing hard.
“Okay, here goes nothing,” I whisper, pressing on the ass’s name.
It’s time to bargain for Mama’s life. I know she doesn’t want Dad to know about her diagnosis. I understand she’s trying to live for herself or at least I think she is, but I also deserve to live for myself, and like hell am I allowing that man to bring up Psycho’s baby. Besides, I’m not really betraying her when I was taken.
“You have a lot of fucking nerve bitch!” he answers, “Standing me up at the altar, something I didn’t fucking want and embarrasses me in front of my men! When I find your fucking mother, she is dead and so is everyone you ever loved.”
I grin widely. Guess I wasn’t the only one my best friend took, huh?
“Oh, so you haven’t got Mama then?” I confirm and he growls making me chuckle before I state, “Okay Mobster wanna be,” he growls again but I ignore him, “One, I didn’t stand you up, I was knocked out by Psycho and two, you really expect to take down the Dark Angels?”
He’s quiet for a moment, obviously thinking before he confirms, “You got knocked out?”
I hum and admit, “By chloroform no less.” He curses and I smile, happy Psycho came through and that the idiot didn’t think to try and put a man on me, and I state, “Now, here is the new plan. I’m Psycho’s, I always have been something Mama was aware of, so now Dad will be getting involved. You will get every cent paid back to you, including the interest, and I wouldn’t try and fight it. You don’t want me anyhow, I’m pregnant, remember?”
Hayden breathes heavily before I hear, “Son, Blade is on the line. You need to take it.”
I physically relax as Hayden hangs up without another word and my eyes tear up, the pressure Mama put on me finally taking hold now that the club has gotten involved.
“I should have gone to Psycho instead of punishing him,” I whisper before standing and leaving his comfy bed.
After vomiting and the stress of the day has diminished, I’m famished. Maybe I can get some food before Psycho shows up and we hash everything out and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get the guy at the end of it all.
Walking down the hallway and to the stairs, I bring up my group text thread.
Me:
Psycho came through and even grabbed Mama as well, though instead of throwing me over his shoulder like I thought he’d do, he used chloroform xxx
I press send and descend the stairs before my phone goes off, and I check it.
My Girlies – Raya:aha, I knew it! xx
I chuckle before it goes off again, twice.
