Page 57 of Psycho Saviors

I still couldn't wrap my head around what had happened afterwards. How Tyrone had kissed me with such raw need and fucked me right there, on the hood of the car, along with his brothers. His driver had still been in there, but that hadn't meant shit to any of them.

I touched the bruise blooming on my breast, the imprint of Cristian's teeth still there. They'd been wild, primal beasts in that moment, fucking me senseless. Not a single one of them bothered by the bloody corpse of Angelo behind them. It was as if they wanted his body to bear witness to how important I was to them, why he'd been condemned.

I closed my eyes, drawing in a shaky breath.

What bothered me even more than that was how I felt, how I'd felt while they'd had their way with me.

It was something so wretched and wrong yet fucking incredible, and I'd found myself enjoying it despite everything.

I was just as much of a fucking monster as they were.

"Fuck," I breathed as I shook my head.

These men, these monsters, had seeped into my life like a poison, altering my very existence even more, plunging me into situations I couldn't have fathomed. They had shown me a world where murder and bloodshed reigned supreme, and now, they were wrapping me up in theirdarkness. I was being twisted and warped to bleed into their world, to become one with it.

I rinsed my hair, my mind a jumbled mess. I made sure there was no trace of blood on me before I stepped out of the shower, grateful that Julian had brought some spare clothes in with me. Along with a panty liner, since my bleeding had become mere spotting now.

I stepped out of the bathroom, running my fingers through my wet hair, when I heard yelling from downstairs. I frowned, a shudder rippling through me at the venomous tone of Tyrone's voice, and yet, I still made my way down to investigate. Noms had always said my curiosity would be the death of me.

The scene that greeted me made my stomach churn. Tyrone had Cristian pinned to the table, his muscular arms straining as he held his brother down. Tyrone's face was contorted with a rage I'd never seen before. Cristian, for his part, wasn't putting up much of a fight, which was unusual. Julian sat in a chair to the side, his shoulders slumped and his gaze fixed on the floor. He looked utterly distressed, but didn't say or word or even look at his brothers. The air crackled with tension, and I found myself frozen in place, unsure whether to flee or try to defuse the situation.

What the hell was going on? What had Cristian done?

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice wavering.

Tyrone's head snapped towards me, his eyes blazing. "Why don't you tell her, Cristian?" he snarled.

My frown deepened as I looked at Cristian uneasily. "Tell me what?"

Cristian shoved Tyrone off him and looked at me, his gaze conflicted, which made my stomach sink. "You deserve a kid, Scarlet," he stated, although his eyes flicked to Tyrone, like he expected him to lash out.

"Um, okay," I replied, thoroughly confused.

"You'd make a good mom. You protect those you love. You're a fighter. You'll be perfect," he added, his words tumbling out in a rush.

I glanced at Julian and Tyrone, hoping for some clarity. "I'm still confused," I admitted.

Julian sighed and leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together and staring hard at me, his jaw ticking. "Tell her what you did, Cristian."

Cristian stared at me, a strange, wild look in his eye. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable.

Finally, Tyrone spat out the words. "He took your Mirena out, Scar. The other night when we rescued you and you got drunk, he drugged you and pulled it out."

My heart plummeted. I stared at Cristian in horror. How could he do such a thing? The night I thought we'd connected on some deeper level, where I'd see such a shift in him. "He did what?"

Then the realization hit me, and panic and sickness curled in my gut. They'd all been finishing inside me. My mind reeled, trying to process the violation, the betrayal. Cristian had done the unthinkable, even after he knew the pain I'd endured over losing my daughter. He'd gone behind my back, and, judging by the reaction of them, his brothers as well. He'd done something so foolish, destroyed any trust we'd started to build.

"I... I..." I stammered, unable to form coherent thoughts, my heart pounding hard, the air getting thinner. My vision swam as I stumbled towards the nearest surface, the kitchen island in this case, and Julian was on his feet and by my side in an instant, steadying me.

"Breathe," he said gently, but I yanked away from him, the hurt and pain rising up inside me.

I was stupid to think anything had changed here, that they felt anything towards me. Cristian had done something so unbelievably wrong, even for him.

"Don't touch me," I hissed as I leaned on the island for support, trying to steady my frantic heart. It felt like it wanted to burst free of my ribcage, and I held my chest, grinding my teeth as I willed it to settle.

Now was not the time to have a panic attack.

My eyes flicked around wildly, trying to make sense of everything. The room seemed to spin, and I felt like I was drowning in air.