Page 19 of Psycho Saviors

“I told you it'd be okay, kitten. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Cristian breathed as he shifted me so that I was nuzzled into his neck. I drew in his rich cologne mixed with blood, finding a strange comfort in it right now.

As much as a part of me wanted to hate him, I was beyond thankful for him right now.

And I sure as shit believed him too.

Cristian didn’t put me down, which I thought was incredibly unsafe, but I wasn’t about to argue as we sat in the back of the vehicle. I rested against him, his bulletproof vest now gone, and he’d not been offered a shirt after the medic had patched him up. I’d been looked over for signs of a concussion and given meds for the headache that had made itself known once the adrenaline had worn off. Apparently I had quite the bump on my head, but I was going to be fine.

Cristian had been grazed and shot a few times, but nothing severe, and they’d done a field patch-up.

I soaked up Cristian’s warmth, his heart beating steadily as he held me to his chest in the backseat, Tyrone in the front with the driver, while Julian sat across from us with Kenny.

“Did you use a sniper rifle?” I finally asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the vehicle once Tyrone had stopped barking orders into his phone.

“Yes.” Tyrone didn’t even glance back as he stared hard out the windshield.

“Our father’s best friend was an ex-marine, a professional sniper, he trained Ty since he was a young teen. Taught us a few things too, but Ty had a natural affinity for sniper stuff,” Cristian shared as he kissed my forehead again. He’d been doing that a lot, and every time those soft lips touched my skin, a wicked tingle shot through me.

“So you saved us?” I said as I looked at Tyrone, his shoulders stiffening at my words.

“Yes.” He didn’t say anything else, but his tone was off, although it was only subtle. Had he been terrified for his brothers?

“Thank you,” I murmured as I closed my eyes, feeling oddly safe in Cristian’s arms right now.

After everything he’d done to me, it shouldn’t have been possible, but he’d saved me, protected me, shielded me from gunfire. He could’ve died for me.

“You’re welcome, Scar.”

I smiled at the softness in his tone.

“So, are any of the Russos still alive?” Julian asked after a moment.

“Their men are, and Angelo, but his two sons are dead. One died with Cristian’s little grenade fun, and then he stabbed the other to death, right?” Tyrone’s voice sounded weary, and Cristian scoffed.

“Fucker deserved it,” He growled.

“We could’ve used them to bargain,” Tyrone said with a heavy sigh.

“After what they did? Fuck no. You take from us, you die. End of story. Touch our family, blood or chosen, you die,” Cristian spat.

I frowned, keeping my eyes shut as the tension grew in the car. Did he mean I was chosen family? Surely not.

“Bargain for what, exactly? We hold the upper hand,” Julian said sharply.

Tyrone grunted, and Cristian’s stiffness eased as he nuzzled my head.

“You know one of those fuckers wanted to rape Scarlet? Made her go down on him. You’d both be proud though, she bit that dick clean off,” Julian said, pride rising in his tone.

Cristian’s chest rumbled as his arms tightened like a vice around me.

“They did what?” His voice was low, deathly low.

“Relax, he’s dead, I killed him. But fuck, Scarlet did us proud.” I could see the smile in Julian’s tone, although I remained nestled into Cristian.

“You really bit it off, kitten?” Cristian murmured as kissed my head the umpteenth time.

“He was going to kill me either way, Why not take something from him?” I said quietly, and Tyrone made a strange sound in front. Was it a scoff of pride or something? I wasn’t sure. But Cristian barked out a sharp laugh before cuddling me close.

“My wicked little kitten, you really are a wonderful little thing, you know that?”