Page 29 of Psycho Saints
He tucked himself away and adjusted his clothes with practiced ease, then offered me a handkerchief from his pocket. I accepted it with an eye-roll, wiping my mouth as I caught my reflection in the mirror once more. The woman who stared back at me was flushed with a mix of satisfaction and the lingering high of adrenaline.
Did he own this boutique too? I sure as shit hoped so, and I prayed no one else had come into the other changing room beside us.
"Get dressed, Scar," Tyrone said, his voice returning to its usual composed nature. "We've got the rest of the day ahead of us, and I intend to spoil you rotten."
I did as he asked, slipping back into my clothes once he'd stepped out.
I froze up as I heard him casually speak to someone nearby.
Fuck, we hadn't been alone. I strained to make out what he was saying, but it sounded like he was making sure our little sinful delight was being brushed under the rug.
When I finally stepped out, Tyrone stood waiting patiently.
"Was someone in here?" I asked quietly, my cheeks burning.
"The saleswoman came back, I made sure this little secret is kept," he stated as he arched a brow at my coat hangers of the undergarments. "Let's add that to the haul."
I pursed my lips as he took them from me, hooking his arm through my other before leading me out to the register. I stood silently, my face on fire as the saleswoman gave me a brief glance over before focusing on the task at hand. Was she surveying the culprit who'd done something sinful in her changing room? No, I had a feeling she knew exactly who Tyrone was, and she was curious as to who he'd been enjoying himself with.
Not that he'd been the only one enjoying himself.
I kept silent as he paid and carried the bags out, keeping my arm hooked with his free one until we reached the car.
"God, we can't do that, we'll become the talk of the town," I said in a hushed tone as our bags were taken and loaded into the car for us.
"You think I care what they whisper behind our backs, Scarlet?" Those dark eyes locked onto mine as he caged me against the car, his lip curling into a smug smirk. "Let them talk all they want, let them be jealous that you are the one I've chosen. That you are mine."
I swallowed at the declaration, hating the way it made my knees weak and the heat spread between my legs.
He dipped down, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss that banished the entire world away for just a moment.
When he pulled back, the look in his eyes made me tremble. I was really playing with fire.
Then again, I was nicknamed pyro.
15
SCARLET
After shopping, Tyrone whisked me off to a spa for pampering. I emerged feeling relaxed and rejuvenated, and doted on beyond belief. If this was his way of making amends for what his brother had done and fixing the rift it had caused, then I was somewhat touched.
Truthfully, though, I knew it was more than likely the fact that I'd accepted their world and their darkness, bloodying my hands alongside them. Allowing them to take me in as one of their own.
This would be my life from here on out, that was what he was showing me. That as a woman of theirs, I would be treated like a princess.
"One last stop," Tyrone said as we pulled up outside yet another luxurious dress shop.
The trunk was already loaded with assorted bags, but he wasn't about to let me argue as he slid out of the car and moved around to open my door for me.
It wasn't long before he'd chosen two dresses for me to try on, and I was in the changing room.
There, I slipped into a stunning black gown that hugged my curves after trying on a purple one that did nothing for my figure. Tyrone's eyes widened appreciatively when I stepped out, and he nodded.
"Perfect for dinner," he stated, the edge of his mouth quirking slightly.
"Dinner?" I arched a brow.
"Yes, my brothers and I wish to take you out for dinner. We're celebrating a big thing." Those dark eyes studied me as I swallowed. Was this celebrating the murder I'd committed? Or them now treating me as one of their own? Accepting me into their wicked world?