Page 173 of Darling Psycho

She’d do anything to protect her love.

And he’d do whatever it took to reach her.

That was pretty epic in Angela’s eyes.

Life would never be dull; that was a fact and hadn’t been up to this point.

Sometimes it would be hard, downright tricky, and raw.

But she’d waited for this chance with him, and Angela wouldn’t give it back for an easier life, a duller existence.

She’d hold his coat while he shot up a place if it meant she could go home later and love him. If Lawless had no soul, she had no soul either, because they were made of the same thing.

“I was once a fearless man. You’ve made me fear, angel. The idea of ever losing you... now I live to protect you.”

“Live to love me,” she puffed against his lips, and she felt them turning up at the edges. His smirk was back, and she loved that.

“Angela Cabello, you are the first person I’ve ever loved. Willeverlove.”

Joy leaped into her throat, and if not having her limbs already around him, Angela would have jumped all over Lawless.

He loved her.

She went to dive in for a kiss when his following words stopped her midway.

“You fucking aged me today.”

“You’re already old; you can’t get older, grumpy.”

She earned a pinch on the butt.

“Don’t do that shit again.”

She’d make no promises. When you loved someone as she loved and adored him, you’d do anything to protect a threat against them. There was not a world she wanted to be in if he wasn’t there.

“No more talking,” he said, palming her ass, putting Angela up against the shower wall, “or I’ll remember I want to put you in chains and flog you.”

She scoffed. “You love me.”

He smirked and dove in for a kiss.

He fucked her like a madman devoted to her.

And then took care of her afterward when she was orgasmed out, putting Angela into soft loungewear and even cuddling her on the couch. His good nature or worry wouldn’t go as far as watching a chick flick, though.

Thankfully, they were dressed when Rider and Zara descended on the cabin to check on her. She wouldn’t have opened the door if she knew she was in for another lecture, but she still fell into Zara’s hug.

Family cared.

And she had some of the best people to love her.

THIRTY-EIGHT

“Finally, a better reign can begin.” - Verónica Garcia Ruiz

During the dead of night suited Lawless.

He’d parked three blocks away and walked the rest of the way.