Chapter 6

“You’re a fuckin’ psycho, Jackson. I knew Vance was crazy, but you’re fuckin’ worse than he is,” Leon screams and gasps simultaneously.

“I know,” I say.

Leon’s wrapping a cloth around his dick, desperate to put out the fire engulfing it. He doesn’t know that it’s pointless and that I’m nowhere near done with him yet. I’m just too busy with the dark-haired demoness standing in front of me to be bothered by him at that moment.

For six months, I’d been looking for the little princess. I’d had her right under me and let her slip through my fingers. That won’t be happening again. “It’s nice to see you again.” My gaze roams down her naked body, and I grunt. Taking my suit jacket off, I drape it over her shoulders and button it up. I glare at Cole and Ford. Cole chuckles as he tugs at the chains around his neck, licking his lips. I flick my Zippo at the sick fuck. He laughs, looking away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost boys, the kids who got so fucked up by the mob bosses who run