Pretty little psycho fro.., p.1
Pretty Little Psycho (From the Ashes Book 2), page 1
Copyright © 2022 by R.E. Bond
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To that one ex-girlfriend in high school who made me realize it’s okay for girls to kiss girls.
Even though we were toxic as fuck.
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
Stalk Me!
About the Author
Prologue
Riley
Two Weeks Earlier
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I had no idea what this chick's name was, that information was long gone as I fucked her harder with my fingers, her climax close. Sweat coated my brow as I worked her until her pussy started to clench, a groan leaving me.
“Come on, babe. Give it to me.” Her nails raked down my back, making me hiss at the sting. They dug in deeper as she screamed, her pussy clamping around my fingers like a vice while I kept up the fast pace until she was trying to push my hand away, making me chuckle. “I'm nowhere near done with you.”
She moaned as if in pain, her overstimulated body twitching when I finally let her recover before she reached out to grope my breast, tweaking my nipple with a sleepy smile. “Stay with me tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow, laying over her and sucking my fingers into my mouth, cleaning her juices from them before releasing them with a pop. “You know that's not going to happen. I told you I couldn't stick around.” I didn't fucking want to stick around once we were finished. One night stands were supposed to be for sex, not cute shit then fucking brunch. This wasn’t a date.
I'd fucked my bad mood out of my system, and pain filled my chest as I remembered my whole reason for burying myself in pussy in the first place.
I'd started a fight with my best friend, Luna Hendricks, while at the racetrack my family owned. She’d been ditching me a lot lately to spend time with her piece of shit boyfriend, Stanley. I hated him.
I’d been in a foul mood, so when Luna had joined me at the track, I’d snapped, telling her to fuck off unless she was there to fuck me. I was such a bitch, and I really needed to get control of myself. Luna was straight, and there was no way she saw me as more than a friend.
I hated myself for the hurt I’d put in her eyes now that I’d calmed down.
No matter how many times I denied my feelings for her, my whole family saw right through my bullshit, always teasing me for how much I loved her. She laughed it off, not seeing the truth that had been right in front of her since forever.
Guilt hit me in the chest as I pulled myself away from what’s-her-name, grabbing my bra and T-shirt to get dressed.
“Where are you going? I thought you weren’t done?” she pouted, and I rolled my eyes the moment I turned away to snatch my panties off the floor.
“Sorry, I just remembered something I have to do.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” she deadpanned. “Just tell me you want to bail, I’m a big girl. No need to lie to save my feelings.”
I glanced at her, her naked, sweaty body sprawled out on the bed as her hair fanned the pillows, silently begging me to get back in bed. She was pretty, but she wasn’t Luna.
I hoisted my sweats up my legs and tied the string to stop them from falling down, answering her bluntly. “Fine. I want to bail. I’m in a mood.” I wasn’t apologizing for that either. It was a waste of words that would only be lies. I didn’t give a shit about her feelings since this was only a casual hookup to begin with.
“I noticed,” she said dryly, pushing her damp hair from her face. “I didn’t even get to give you any orgasms.”
I chuckled, snatching my oversized hoodie and pulling it on before sitting on the bed to shove my feet into my shoes. “Trust me, I get a kick out of being the giver.”
“Thanks for the orgasms then,” she mumbled, clearly not impressed with my abrupt exit. “I’ll see you around.”
“Probably not.” I shrugged as I got to my feet and snatched my keys, phone, and wallet from the bedside table, leaving the room and making my way down to the kitchen. I smirked when the front door opened and one of the guys from school walked in with some of his friends, all of them pausing when they noticed me.
I didn’t hang around people for the sake of it, so they knew me being here only meant one thing.
“Whoever’s sister that was should be proud. She took it like a champ,” I taunted, licking the tips of my fingers. “She’s tasty too.”
“Sister? I don’t have a fucking sister,” the first guy growled, his eyes darting over my shoulder as my hookup walked in, her eyes going wide.
“I thought you were coming home on Monday?” she squeaked as his face turned thunderous.
“That much is obvious since you’ve been fucking Riley Donovan!”
I scoffed, moving past them to let myself out before speaking over my shoulder. “Wrong. I fucked her. Big difference. You need to up your game if she’s turning to me to get off. She was begging me for it.”
I didn’t stick around to hear their argument. If she had a boyfriend, the blame purely fell on her, not me. Did I care that I'd probably just been part of ruining their relationship?
Nope. She was an adult, and I hadn’t forced her to take me home.
Unlocking my 2021 Corvette Stingray Z51, the bright graffiti paint job shining in the moonlight, I opened the door and climbed in, relaxing into the seat as I started the engine and it rumbled to life. I pulled my hood over my blonde hair before glancing at my phone, but Luna hadn’t messaged me once, not that I could blame her.
I pulled up my tracking app, most of us had it to find each other in case of an emergency, and I scowled as Luna’s location pinged at Stanley’s house. Of course she’d run to him after I’d been a bitch.
I smacked my palms against the steering wheel before putting the car in gear and driving towards home, not bothering to go to her. I’d deal with our tiff later.
For now, I just wanted to go home and fall into bed.
Chapter One
Riley
Present
“I don’t know how you guys enjoy this,” Luna mumbled from beside me as we watched my older sister, Beckett, beat someone to a pulp in the fighting cage. She was a member of the Bloody Psychos’ street crew, following in our parents’ footsteps alongside our adopted brother, Maddox, who just so happened to be her fucking boyfriend. She was also dating Jett Emerson, our other brother’s best friend. Not that Ryder seemed to mind losing his bestie to his twin sister.
We had a younger sister, Marla, but she tended to avoid us mostly. She was in her final year of high school, and she was really smart.
Our family wasn’t exactly seen as normal. The fact that we had one mom and nine dads kind of proved that.
Diesel, Skeeter, Slash, Caden, and Tyler were all members of the Psychos crew, while Hunter and Marco ran the Devils. Lukas and Jensen helped out with bar work sometimes between the crews’ establishments, but they were more than happy to leave the crew stuff alone.
The Psychos had the shed where they ran regular cage fights, the Devils owned the Devil’s Dungeon, which was a nightclub with adult entertainment, and two of the Psychos owned the Harley’s Bar, which was the main bar in town.
Luna’s uncles, Alex and Harley, owned it, but they sometimes needed help when it got busy and their wife, Jade, wasn’t able to help, or their son, Landon, was at school with us.
I glanced at Luna, her brown and green eyes darting away from the action with a cringe as Beckett broke the other girl’s nose, sending blood spraying across the cage. I’d grown up around the violence, so had Luna, but her parents ran the Reapers of Chaos crew which rarely organized fights, they were more about pussy and adult entertainment. They owned the biggest strip club in town, which was down at the Docks. We
My family hosted fights multiple times a week here at their crew’s main hangout. We called it the shed, nothing fancy. It was massive, and being the main base for the Psychos’ crew meant it was busy daily.
A massive bar lined one wall, the fighting cage opposite it for easy viewing, then there was the main office at the back by the bathroom. There were other rooms where dodgy drug business was done, and I knew for a fact many people had been tortured and killed in another.
I didn’t ask questions though since I wasn’t a member, and I didn’t want to be. I only knew what I’d heard over the dinner table at home.
“Why do you come if it makes you queasy?” I asked, my lips kicking up into a smirk as I loosely held the handle of my trusty baseball bat, absently tapping it against the toe of my shoe. I never left the house without it, it was my baby. If it wasn’t in my hands, it was always in my car. “If it’s just an excuse to get away from Stanley, we could’ve found something else to do.”
Irritation flashed across her pretty face, but she refused to look at me. “I wanted to hang out with you. It has nothing to do with Stan.”
“We could’ve hung out at my place and watched those terrible romance movies you like,” I pointed out, rolling my eyes when she gave me a silent shrug. She was infuriating sometimes, but I liked how soft and gentle she was. She was nothing like me, and that was a breath of fresh air.
Beckett won her fight, not that anyone was surprised, so I grabbed Luna’s arm and tugged her towards the bar. “Come on, we don’t have to watch the others. I only care about Beck and Maddox’s stuff.” She didn’t pull away from me, allowing me to drag her across the shed and towards the bar where one of my dads was serving beer to people. I waited for him to finish before I leaned against the bar with a smile. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a beer around here?”
Diesel’s hazel eyes narrowed with annoyance until he realized it was me, his entire face softening as he pushed his light brown hair from his forehead to see me better. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight. Hey, Luna.” She gave him a small wave, stepping closer to me as someone bumped into her. I snarled at them to fuck off, finding immense pleasure in watching them drunkenly scamper away. My sister might have been the fighter, but everyone knew I’d beat someone into mincemeat with my bat if I wanted to. “Can you not scare away our customers?” he added dryly, grabbing two glasses to pour us each a beer. “It’s a school night too. Don’t you have homework or something you should be doing?”
I snorted, raising an eyebrow as I leaned against the bar with my elbows. “Ashburn Valley University has the worst education system around. The curriculum is hardly even classified as a community college standard. So, no, I don’t have homework.”
“We did offer for you to go elsewhere if you’re so passionate about your education,” he replied sarcastically, handing me our beers. “I also know Hendricks wouldn’t like Luna here this late. Things get rowdy, you know how it is.”
“We just wanted to watch Beckett’s fight and have a beer. We’ll head home soon,” I grumbled, flicking my gaze to Luna as she stiffened beside me. I turned around to find Penny walking towards us. She was one of our dancers from Devil’s Dungeon, and her pussy was obsessed with me. I raked my gaze over her, and despite her being off shift, she was wearing a leather skirt with her ass poking out the bottom, a halter crop top with her hard nipples very obviously pushing against the soft white material, and her black, strappy, fuck-me heels.
She tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulders as she smirked at me, her voice sultry. “Hey, babe. Can I help you?” I smirked as I leaned back on the bar, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against me, my bat still gripped in my other hand. She fisted the front of my hoodie and crushed her lips to mine without a word, rubbing herself against me like a cat in heat.
I had no issue fucking a girl more than once if they kept it casual, and Penny liked her freedom. She came to me when she wanted to fuck, and left me alone any other time, sometimes going months without speaking to me.
“Riley,” Diesel warned. “What have I told you about screwing our employees?”
I groaned, pulling back from Penny to peer over my shoulder at him, my arm brushing against Luna, the only sign that she was still there. “You don’t give Ry the same pep talk. He fucks literally all of our employees. Maddox did too until Beckett tied him down.”
He snorted, giving me a dirty look. “I reminded those boys regularly to keep their dicks in their pants, so don’t pull that sexist shit with me.”
Penny draped herself against my back as I turned around to face him, her voice husky. “C’mon, Diesel. It’s not like I’m working right now.”
“You don’t usually give a shit if you’re on the clock or not anyway,” he grunted. “If you’re going to climb all over each other, take it elsewhere. I don’t want to see it.”
“Because you’re homophobic?” she asked with a giggle, and I swore he was going to hose her down with beer for being a bitch.
“No, because she's my daughter. I don’t care who she spends her time with as long as she’s happy,” he snapped, giving me a look that wasn’t hard to decipher. He didn’t like me fucking her in the slightest.
I sighed, turning in Penny’s arms to push her back a step. “Sorry, babe. Dad’s spoken. Besides, I’m spending time with Luna tonight, so I can’t sneak off to play with you.”
Penny ran her finger down my chest between my breasts, her eyes flickering with heat. “She’ll be fine. She’s left anyway.” I frowned, turning to find Luna gone. I swatted Penny’s finger away, giving her a filthy glare.
“You didn’t think to mention it when she took off?”
“I thought it was nice of her to give us some time alone,” she said with a shrug before gasping when I gave her a shove, sick of her hands on me. “Hey! What’s your problem?”
“Not interested,” I grunted out, stalking across the room in search of Luna. I knew she’d be around here somewhere since she’d gotten a ride with me and she was staying at mine for the night.
I found her outside, a cigarette hanging from her lips. Luna didn’t smoke a lot, she was mainly a mood smoker, so I knew she was annoyed.
“Hey. Why’d you leave?” I asked as I approached her, annoyance flashing across her face as she looked over at me.
“I don’t care who you sleep with, Riley, but I don’t want to watch you pawing over people all night. If I wanted to hang out with someone who was too busy trying to get laid, I’d hang out with my sister,” she grumbled, tensing as I stepped in front of her and dropped my hands to her slender waist. She was skinny, and she’d always hated how flat her body was.
All I could think about was how her perfect, small tits would fit in my hands, and how hot she’d look as I made her fall apart from under me. Having an hourglass figure or big tits and an ass didn’t mean shit to me.
“Let’s go. I’m not ditching you for pussy. I know how annoying it is when you bail on me for Stanley,” I promised, her eyes narrowing as she blew smoke in my face.
“You’re being a bitch again.”
“I won’t apologize for it either. He doesn’t deserve you,” I muttered, tickling her under the chin with a grin. “I’ll let you pick the movie though.”
Her eyes lit up a fraction, and I had to bite back a groan at my mistake. She had an obsession with romantic comedies that I didn’t share. I personally sucked at sitting still for long periods of time, so I didn’t make a habit of watching TV unless I was with Luna.
