Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)

by Eva Ashwood

For all the readers who like their book boyfriends covered in red flags. Red’s my favorite color too.

This time next week, I’ll be ten thousand dollars richer. And no longer a virgin.

I need sex a lot, and they just deal with it.

“Fuck you,” she spits. “No thanks. I don’t go back for seconds,”

“I still think it’s risky,” Vic says in his quiet, low voice, glancing between me and Ransom. “The Kings of Chaos have never fucked us over before, and I know they want this guy dead too. But if their intel is bad, we could be walking into a trap.”

We might not be the most powerful players in Detroit, but that doesn’t matter. There’s no one more brutal than me and my brothers.

Last night, Carl told me when and where to meet with the whorehouse madame so I can sell

my virginity to some unknown buyer.

I need the money more than I need my fucking hymen. God, I hate this

“I didn’t know there were such high standards just to lay on your back.”

Her gaze flicks toward me while Malice holds that gun at her, pointing right at her head. There’s something in her eyes that calls to me, a look of hope, like she thinks I’m going to save her based on the little interaction we’ve had so far.

Usually, my brothers and I are a unit. We’re together on everything we do, and no one can come between us because we’re all on the same page.

“If you tell anyone what you saw, we’ll fucking kill you,”

She nods, her eyes so wide and scared they’re taking up most of her face now.

“This is the part where you fly away, little bird,” I murmur.

But that girl was too sweet and innocent looking. She wasn’t wrapped up in this shit like everyone else who died tonight.

Dark things hate the light

My Supra is dark and sleek, and the leather seats are just the right texture

I only let myself feel arousal on certain days. I set aside time to jack off three times a week, the same way I make time to do laundry or clean up the kitchen. Outside of those times, I don’t feel it, and I don’t let myself feel it. Getting turned on by the sight of this girl is unusual and unplanned, and I hate that. I really fucking hate that.

“It’s over,” he says, staring at the glass on the table. “We did it.”

“We did,” I agree. “We killed the man who killed her.”

All of him is beautiful, just like all of him is terrifying, and it makes him mesmerizing in a strange way.

I am worried, though. I’m extremely fucking worried, because he’s got a gun between my legs, rubbing circles against my clit. I’m worried because… I’m getting wet.

“You’re bound to us now, little bird,” he murmurs, his tone oddly gentle. “You have to keep your mouth shut.” “I will,” I promise, breathless. “I swear. I won’t say anything. Please.”

“If you don’t keep your word, we’ll find out. And we’ll wreck you,” he tells me, running his thumb along the line of my jaw. “Do you want to be wrecked?”

“You wanna keep this hand?”

“Then don’t put it on that girl. Ever. Got it?”

“I’m sorry you got mixed up in all this shit, angel,” he murmurs. “It’s not fucking fair, but that’s the way life is sometimes. I have to look out for my brothers, you know? We’re all we’ve got.”

“Ah, I see you got your tuition issue sorted out,” he says. “That’s great.”

“It says here that you’re all paid up for the rest of the semester. So you’re good to go.”

It’s a payoff. It has to be. There’s no other explanation for it.

The tuition payment, the extra money in my account… it has to have come from the three brothers.

“If you’re going to pull a knife on me, Solnyshka, you’d better be prepared to use it,”

“Sorry. That’s not how this works,” he says bluntly. “We do whatever the fuck we like, and you’ll do whatever the fuck we say.”

Malice promised I wasn’t going to see any of them again…

But somehow, I don’t think that’s true.

She likes it rough. I file that away for some reason. Just adding to the information about her that I keep in my head.

“No. I just wanted to see you.”

“You see me all the time,”

“Good point. I guess I just wanted you to see me

He’s the one who took the fall for our dad’s murder, when really, it was all of us who killed him.

I wanted her to see me. I wanted those mesmerizing brown

eyes of hers to focus on me. Wanted to hear her voice.

She has this incredible strength mixed with vulnerability, and it’s alluring as fuck.

“You took something that doesn’t belong to you,” he growls. “That money was Willow’s, not yours.”

“I’m gonna start counting. If I get to ten and you’ve got nothing to show me, you’re not gonna like what happens next. One. Two.”

“Fine!” Mom blurts. “Fine. Not all the money is gone. I have the rest of it in a cash bag upstairs.”

“Go get it,” he says, leaving no room to argue. “All of it, everything that’s left. And give it back to her.”

“Did I tell you to give it to me? Give it to her,” he repeats, nodding at me.

“Don’t you ever pull shit like this again,” he says. “If you touch so much as a single fucking dime of Willow’s money, you’ll pay for it. I don’t do second chances.”