Page 50 of The Heart of Psychos: Part One

“Remember what happens to me when I do this, boy toy?” Lex taunts.

“Oh, I remember. I finally got a taste of the dick you keep threatening to shove down my throat.”

My eyebrows hit my hairline. What did I miss last night?

Bridget fans her face. “And it was hot as fuck.”

Lex jerks Ghost into a bear hug. “I’m sorry. We should have told you.”

Ghost slaps him on the back. “All good. Let’s get on with this.”

It won’t be the last time Ghost and Lex almost come to blows. It’s happened a thousand times, and it’ll happen many more times. But they always come out of it friends. It’s just how they are. And the fact that Bridget is able to bring them out of it that fast speaks volumes.

She is no longer just mine and Lex’s.

She’s ours.

Chapter 19

Ghost

ThefirstcutLexmakes across this guy’s chest, I watch Bridget closely. Her eyes are glued to the sight, but she doesn’t look scared, just curious.

I’ve never had someone that could bring me back from the brink like that so fast. But all it took was her touching me, and I was putty in her goddamn hand.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Caden whispers.

We moved back out of the way to lean against the wall with Bridget. I turn to him. “Yeah, she is.”

I’ve noticed Bridget is gorgeous. That shit’s a no brainer. But all I’ve thought about for months is Caden, so I put blinders on when it came to her. But last night blew that shit right out of the water, watching her come apart for Lex and her lips wrapped around Caden’s cock. I wanted to touch her so damn bad, but I didn’t know what line I could or couldn’t cross, so I was content just to watch her between them.

Dmitri rips the gag from Anton’s mouth, and his scream echoes off the concrete walls. I fucking hate it down here. It reminds me too damn much of my dad’s time-out room.

“Start talking, or we keep cutting,” Dmitri says, trailing his own knife down the guy's arm. They have him strapped to a metal table with a thick leather belt across his chest and thighs. His wrists and ankles are also cuffed to the table, so he can’t make a move.

“I don’t know anything!” Anton sobs.

“Bullshit,” Lex says calmly, making another line across the guy's pec. When they are done, it will make a perfect pattern. The Orlov family crest with a line through the middle. Lex and D said it was a sign you’ve cut ties with the family, and in a way, they did when Viktor died. “Why were you meeting with Mayor Augustus?”

Just the mention of my dad’s name makes my blood start to boil, then a little hand slips into mine, and my head whips to Bridget. She’s not even looking at me. Her eyes are glued to the methodical way Lex and D are cutting into this guy. But somehow, she knows that I need support. I squeeze her hand in thank you and keep it firmly locked in mine.

Anton sobs harder but doesn’t answer the question. Lex and D double their efforts, and before long, blood is pouring off the sides of the table, Anton’s screams are getting hoarse, and he’s babbling incoherently.

“Oh god,” Bridget gasps and makes a beeline for the door. I follow silently behind her, and as soon as the door shuts behind her, she takes big gasping breaths.

“Sunshine,” I say gently, and she whirls around, her red hair fanning out behind her.

“I thought I could handle that. Oh God,” she groans, covering her face. “Dmitri’s going to say I told you so.”

I tug her hands down until I can see her eyes. “He would never say that to you, and you don’t have to handle that. No one will judge you because you can’t watch someone get tortured.”

“But I want to be able to handle it! I want to prove I can handle this!” She gestures wildly around, encompassing the torture and all of us present in the room.

I step closer, clasping her cheeks in my hands, and tilt her face up to mine. “You don’t have to prove anything to us, Sunshine. You took getting shot at like a fucking pro. But you don’t have to handle all of it to be able to handle us.”

“Us?” she whispers.

I smile. “You’ve got us all whether you want us or not.” This close, I can see how many freckles run across her cute little nose and the gold flecks in her green eyes. I slowly lean forward and lay my lips against her pouty ones. She gasps, and her hands come up to grasp my wrists but not to pull me away. I don’t deepen the kiss no matter how badly I want to. I peck her lips a few times before pulling back. “Do you want to stay out here or go back in with me?”

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