Page 28 of Psycho Saviors

But those blue eyes were so concerned, the expression sincere and genuine, and it stunned me. We’d done things to her, depraved things, used her, hell, Cristian had done wretched things to her, and yet she still gave a shit about us? Women would pretend, but you could see it in their eyes when they were just putting on a front. Reading people had become my specialty after all these years, but Scarlet, no, she was genuine in everything she did. She honestly felt some compassion or sympathy for us, and it threw me. I thought we were messed up, but this took the cake.

She was certainly something special, and I could see it now. I’d had my reservations despite Cristian getting far too interested in her. Perhaps his new way of thinking should be trusted more. It was more basic, more instinctual at times.

And he was sure Scarlet was one we needed to keep.

Maybe he was right.

12

SCARLET

Tyrone had drifted away, lost in his own mind as he’d stared at me, his eyes burning and flickering with so many raw emotions, and yet his face had remained steeled, like he couldn’t let others see the turmoil he went through.

Everything was beginning to make sense. The way they all were, the things they did. Sure, it wasn’t an excuse, it didn’t justify their actions, but I could understand them more now.

Tyrone scoffed, blinking as he stared at me with an odd awe, like he was seeing me for the first time.

“You’re an intriguing woman, Scarlet,” he said with a shake of his head.

“I’m intriguing?” What does that mean?” I questioned, but he returned his gaze out the window.

“I know you’re tired, but I need a drink after all this. A stiff one. Would you care to join me?”

I frowned at him, reeling at everything from the past few days, especially in the past several hours. The switch these men had made which was throwing me for a loop.

“Okay.” Sure, I was tired, but him offering me a drink felt like a strange olive branch, and I wasn’t about to throw it back in his face or burn it.

He nodded before turning back to me and sighing.

“We should have some wine out there. I’ll get some food delivered as well for breakfast.”

Because wine with breakfast was a normal thing, although I wasn’t going to argue after everything.

I gave Kenny one final pat before sliding out from under the covers and padding after Tyrone.

I followed him downstairs, finding Julian and Cristian were sitting by the window on the couch there playing cards of all things. With their own glasses of booze, of course.

I guess everyone was ruffled after our night and early morning.

“Aren’t you guys worried they might attack again?” I asked as I paused on the final step of the stairs.

“This place is as safe as can be, kitten,” Cristian stated as he looked up from his hand of cards, sipping his whiskey.

“Can’t they bomb it or something? Shoot the building with a missile?” I said as I scanned the skyline, as if I expected to see one headed right for us.

“Too much collateral damage that the family won’t want. The city and law won’t get involved as long as it stays in the shadows, once civilians and integral infrastructure get involved, everything would change,” Tyrone stated as he headed straight for the kitchen and poured himself a glass.

“You’ve seen too many movies, pyro,” Julian stated as he slouched back on the couch, while Cristian sat cross-legged on his end. “By the way, Cris, I heard you wanted to bring a tank in?”

“A tank?” I balked, and Cristian grinned.

“Hey, I needed to get my little bro and kitten back safe. But apparently airlifting my tank over the city will cause too much of a stir,” he said with a heavy sigh, like it had been an honest idea.

“You have an actual tank?” I said as Kenny bounded down past me and headed for the couch.

“Of course. I wanted one, so I got one,” Cristian stated. “I’ll show you it sometime.”

Of course he had an actual tank. Why would I have expected anything else?