Page 164 of Darling Psycho

He’d help by putting them in the ground.

Show them who the baddest fish was when he was an unstable crackpot.

* * *

Watching any serial killer drama, Angela was always full of “I’d do this, I would have done that.” But, unfortunately, she’d done a disservice thinking because she ran with bikers that she could be badass like them too.

But it was her heart that led her here. Fear of what might happen to Lawless.

She had to think.

Even as her panic swelled.

What would Lawless do in this situation?

He wouldn’t be in this situation, she realized. He was too ahead of the game to allow fear to rule him.

They’d been convincing, shoving their threat in her face.

And not caring how weak it made her sound, she prayed with all her might that he was coming for her. That he’d know where she was, and he’d come.

She’d never scowl or tell him to fuck off again if he swept her up into his possessive arms.

Angela was pretty sure she was getting out of there in a tarp.

She was a sitting duck as bargaining chips go.

And that’s what she was. To keep her Lawless in line while Ruiz did whatever he was doing.

This shit could not be happening again.

Only this time, she had bikers on her side.

Bikers who would come for her, who wouldn’t rest until she was found.

Her psycho biker wouldn’t stop searching.

She could only hope she was still breathing when she was found.

Yeah, survival was teetering on the scale right now.

* * *

The fire burned his gut.

Eroding whatever minuscule bites of humanity he retained.

He was all monster.

Out for vengeance and intestines.

He wanted blood dripping off his teeth while his fingers delved into the heart, ripping it to shreds.

Breathing, he counted to ten and found no calming effects from doing so.

It was fucking bullshit.

He didn’t want to be serene.