Page 27 of Darling Psycho

Obsession felt like a pulse in his throat.

He could force the issue, make her come to him, overpower her by using the want in her eyes. It would be so fucking easy.

And he almost stepped down from the stool to control the sparks flying out of her stare.

And then told Snake. “She’s my dirty little secret.”

“Who? Our Angie?”

Everything he’d told Snake on the day of his arrest was true. She’d grown too dependent on him. He’d allowed it. He’d wanted her to grow, to have her own life away from under his wing.

It was killing two birds with one stone.

But that never meant he was casting her aside for good.

That was never his intention.

Even a psycho could recognize when someone made them react.

She did that. Made his fucking wiring jittery as fuck.

She made him think and feel, want, and do crazy things, like going on a killing spree in her honor all over Mexico and then being deliberately sent to prison. Romantic shit like that.

“Yes. But not ours.Mine.” He said with roughness. With firm finality. And then he turned his head to witness the shock enter Snake’s eyes.

Lawless claimed nothing unless it was food.

It was a big deal for him.

And for Snake hearing it.

“Holy fuck. What happened to you in prison? Did you find Jesus?”

It wasn’t a confession.

Lawless was above pedestrian things, and he wasn’t sitting in a house of God.

It was a test.

To see if he would say it out loud.

Her eyes incinerated when she stole glances.

So full of anger and hurt.

Any bad fish would have crawled over by now.

But she was so much more than that.

And that meant Lawless needed a blank piece of paper to make it right again with Angela.

He inhaled and held her stare until she looked away, and that was the last time she looked at him that night before she slipped out.

But he noticed.

Lawless noticed everything about Angela.

Far too fucking much.