Page 6 of Dirty Little Psycho (Sinners Welcome #4)

SIX

VAUGHN

When the cell door finally opens, I forgo the mask like we had planned and stalk down the hallway with Carter at my side, ignoring the stares of the others.

I push the door open that will lead us down to the morgue, where we housed our guest to keep her safe from the others.

I don’t relish the idea of these fuckers touching our new toy and all of them were made aware this morning that the girl some may have seen running last night is off limits.

If they dare to break our decree, they know they will pay with their lives.

We own Slade Le Roux.

This is our kingdom and though we may hate being trapped here, we make the best of this fucked-up situation. Soon, we will be free of this place.

“Draven not coming?” Carter asks as he opens the door.

“No. She knows his face and it would be better for the two of us to do this without him. He’d give into his demons the moment he sees her.

” Draven is a predator, so once he sets his sights on something he wants there is no stopping him.

Karley Le Roux is his prey and it will only be a matter of time before he finally snaps and makes his move to claim her, we need to finish this before Draven can complete his hunt.

“He’s gonna be pissed.”

I shrug as I follow him down the stairs. “I made sure his cell door would remain locked long enough for us to do what we needed to.”

Carter whistles. “He’s gonna be on a rampage tomorrow.”

I nod even though he can’t see me. “I know. Tomorrow, we’ll give him the girl to curb his urges and keep him distracted so he doesn’t kill us.

” Carter laughs. Draven is our brother. The three of us were forced together and through that we forged an unbreakable bond.

Carter and Draven are the only reason I haven’t lost my mind while being locked in this fucking hell.

The moment we enter the morgue her quiet cries can be heard. Carter turns to face me and smiles.

I nod to him and both of us plaster on looks of concern as we make our way to her chamber.

I pull the door open as Carter grips the slab and pulls it out.

The instant she is free she sits up and strikes out too fast for me to dodge her punch.

The bitch lands a right hook to my cheek.

She tries to lurch off the slab but Carter wraps an arm around her waist and holds her in place.

“Let me go!” she screams. I glare at the little shit and rub my cheek.

It takes her a second to take in my appearance and the clothing I wear.

When she looks over her shoulder at Carter and takes in his maskless face and the button-down shirt he wears, her face slackens. “You work here?” she rasps out.

“Yes,” Carter and I answer in unison.

The tension drains out of her body and she slouches in his hold. “Thank God, you have to help me. I was locked in there by some masked freaks?—”

“Shhhh, calm down,” Carter coos as I move across the room and retrieve some scrubs from one of the lockers.

I place them on the slab beside her and turn my back to offer her the illusion of privacy when in truth, I’ve tasted that sweet pussy and hunger for another chance to bury my tongue inside that tight little cunt.

Fuck, she responded to the three of us so well last night, she lasted longer than I thought she would.

Carter comes to stand beside me, keeping his back to her while she dresses.

“Who are you?” she asks after a couple minutes.

Carter and I slowly turn and face her. The scrubs are too big for her and swallow her tiny body, but the deranged look in her eyes and the way her hair is wild and untamed only fuels the beast inside me that hungers for the chance to bury my cock inside her and mark her as mine.

“I’m Carter, I’m the chaplain here and this is my associate, Vaughn, the resident therapist.” She darts her gaze between the two of us with clear judgment in those green eyes that has me wanting to wrap my hand around her throat.

“This place has a priest?”

Carter chuckles. “I’m not a priest, I’m just a chaplain. Now, how about we get you set up in your cell?” She jerks back and shakes her head.

“I am not going back up there with that fucking psycho!” she spits.

“Draven Bailey?” I press, her gaze cutting to me with a vicious look as she bares her teeth.

“Yes, that son of a bitch.”

“His mother was actually a lovely lady. Tragic that she died not long ago while her son was locked up in here.” Her face slackens at my admission and remorse is plastered across her face.

“Condolences and all that, but that bastard set me up last night and him and his masked freaks locked me in that fucking thing after…” She clamps her mouth closed, unable to finish.

“After, what?” I push, taking a step toward her, causing her eyes to widen slightly at my bold move.

Her mouth parts but no words escape. “Hmmm, I think it’s a good idea for you to come with me.

” Without waiting for a reply I grip her arm and lead her out of there.

She doesn’t struggle but I notice how she looks back to make sure Carter is following.

The fact she trusts him after mere minutes is a fool's move.

Once we reach the top of the stairs she begins to pull back against my hold.

“I’m not going out there,” she hisses.

I roll my eyes. “No one will harm you while you are with us,” is all I say before I push the door open and drag her out.

She tries to struggle against my hold but she’s no match for me.

All her resistance does is cause my cock to jerk to attention with the need to fuck the fight out of her.

How she is related to that double crossing cunt is a mystery to me.

She is no coward like her father, she is courageous enough to embrace her desires and relish in them.

The instant we step into the hall she stops fighting.

Patients are scattered around, enjoying their freedom but the moment they see her, all their chatter stops.

She presses against my back, keeping close as I walk down the corridor toward her cell.

I make sure to give each of these fucks a look telling them she’s off limits to everyone but us.

She fists the back of my shirt with her other hand, which has me fighting back a smile.

She trusted Carter by instinct because he said he was a chaplain but now that we are up here and in view of the others, she is latching onto me because the girl is smart enough to know I call the fucking shots.

The fact that all of them part to make way for us, only serves to prove I am the one with the power here and if she’s smart, she will obey my every demand…

Or, I might just have to punish her and allow her to think I would let these cunts touch what I have declared as mine already.