Page 90 of Psychotic Nightmares

I love Julian.

And for once in my shitty life - I love myself.

After pizza and a very sulky Pea trying to find out who actually told Julian's mum about me - which we didn’t help her with, letting her suffer and saving Bull from Julian's wrath, we leave Pea and Bull with the kids while me and my men go back to the warehouse, where two more monsters are waiting for us.

I put my mask on with pride.

Yes, I’m sick. Get over it. Or under it, just not under my men. They’re mine.

“It’s spine-chilling how excited you get when we’re about to enter this room.” Dante shivers. I know he hates being in here, but comes in with me because he wants to make sure I’m okay. It makes my heart swell.

Dante’s sweetness balances out Julians psycho.

“I’m happy to be taking another predator from the world. That’s all.” I lift my mask and plant a wet kiss on his cheek. “You know you don’t have to come inamore mio.”

Why does something feel so wrong today?

“I know. But I want to,gattina.” He pulls me into his arms, always wanting to touch, not like I mind. The more the better I say.

“You ready, our bloodthirsty little devil?” Julian hugs me from behind, kissing my neck. Being back between them makes my skin heat up. In that marvelous way of desire. I need them both inside me again soon.

Bare.

I need to get these kills done, and then I can go to pick up my pill prescription. The sooner I start them the better.

“Keep doing that and they’ll have to wait to die a little longer. Can’t be havingthat.” Dante captures my lips with his quickly, before moving away, leaving me in the arms of a very turned on Julian. I moveaway from him unwillingly. We’ve all snuck away every night for the last week to be together, and yet I still can’t get enough.

I don’t think I’d ever get enough of my men.

“Fine, but after they're dead, I’m joining you for a shower. Watching you for all those years, your body slick from the water, drove me fucking crazy.”

“Shower sex with Grace is the best.” Dante quips, winding Julian up even more.

“I bet. I mean, she gets soaked just thinking about us, brother. I can just imagine how wet she is in the shower.” His hand glides under my jeans and panties, his middle finger teasing my entrance. “Shit, she’s all ready for us already.”

“Julian.” I pull his hand away. “Patience.”

“Aww.” He pouts. “But fine. Foreplay first.” He grabs his knife from the table. “You know how much you tease me when you get covered in the blood of your enemies.” I roll my eyes, forgetting that my mask doesn’t have mesh over the eyes like theirs. “Keep rolling your eyes at me baby, I love when you’re cheeky.”

I walk away. Because I know for a fact if I don’t I will be jumping him right here on the living room floor. After turning off the alarm connected tothe door, I slide it open.

Michael and Theresa Balle are tied to the chairs inside. A husband and wife couple who didn’t just abuse me, but Anya, Gustin and others.

“Who are you?” She whimpers.”What do you want with us?”

“I want you dead.” I laugh. “For what you did to my child.”

“Who?” Michael asks. “We don’t know who your child is.”

“Is that because you hurt so many of us? Or just because you don’t give a fucking shit?” I grab a chain off the wall. I don’t bother dragging out their kills anymore.

“Please, I don’t know what you mean, you have the wrong people.” Theresa cries. She rarely got involved with the girls, but according to Gustin, she was very involved with him and the other boys.

“Trust me. I don’t.” I wrap the chain around her neck, squeezing it tight and asking Julian to zip tie the links together.

“You get to watch your wife die.” I say to Michael, getting the knife ready to chop off his junk - the one consistent thing I’ve done with them all. “Just like she watched you abuse all of us.”

“Who are you?” He whimpers.