Psychos (Depraved Sinners #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Depraved Sinners Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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Fuck. I have to have a taste. I can only imagine what it’d feel like to be fucked on his lap while he played.

Shit, there I go again, thinking up idiotic situations. I should just ask the brothers to go and fetch me one of those toys from my apartment to keep my mind out of the gutter. At least that way, I could stop having inappropriate thoughts about these psychotic serial killers. I bet they’d just love to fuck me to death. Is that even a thing? I guess the bigger question is, is that a good way to go? Would it be a good experience? Who knows? If they do come for me, I hope they come prepared. I have enough pent-up frustration to keep up with all three of them.

But all three of them at the same time? Now there’s an intriguing thought.

A fight breaks out across the other side of the room and snaps me out of my trance. I glance over the two girls fucking on the bar to see the fight going down behind the brunette girl’s head. A deep sigh pulls from within me. I’m so over this shit. It’s the fifth fight of the night. The first two held my attention, and I’m not going to lie, they were all assholes so it was pretty thrilling to watch all of them hobble out of here with broken bones, but that shit gets boring quickly.

A loud squeal erupts from the other end of the room, and my head whips back to find a girl running through the bodies, desperately trying to find a way out. She holds bags of pills in her hands and I let out another sigh, already knowing what’s about to happen.

I glance away just in time to see Marcus leaning back in his seat, pulling out his gun, and shooting straight across the party with one eye closed in concentration.

The loud BANG echoes through the room but the thumping music quickly drowns it out. Her body falls right into Levi on the drums and he doesn’t skip a beat, pushing her off him as her blood seeps onto his kit.

Her body lies forgotten on the dirty ground, surrounded by the stolen bags of pills. Levi though, he just keeps playing as though not a damn thing happened, her blood ricocheting off the drums with every fucking hit.

Marcus laughs and I can’t help but look back at him, only to meet his devilish stare. “That’s just pills. Imagine what would happen if someone were to steal something actually important to us.”

His eyes darken and a cold shiver runs straight down my spine, forcing me to look away from him. I can’t handle him when he goes into this dark, twisted mood with his ridiculous comments that are filled with mysteries that I don’t quite understand. But glancing back at Levi and seeing his unfazed reaction to the lifeless body on the ground, or the pool of blood growing at his feet, I wonder how he would have reacted had the dead girl been one of his brothers. How would any of the brothers react to that? Are they even capable of feeling that fierce protectiveness?

I can’t help but drop my gaze to the girl as a heaviness rests against my chest. I can’t understand why people would willingly throw their lives away for this shit. Sure, if she were stealing it to sell just to keep a roof over her head, then I get it, but where do you draw the line? Substance abuse just ain’t for me. Seeing as though I just became roommates with the three biggest suppliers in the country, I guess it’s a good thing the shit doesn’t interest me.

At least, their father is the biggest supplier in the country, but seeing as though it’s so widely available here tonight, my guess is that they’ve been dipping their fingers into the cookie jar and have learned exactly how to get away with it.

Hours tick by, and the first rays of morning sunlight shine against the massive windows, showcasing the mess that I’m positive I’ll be left to clean. Levi steps into the bar and silently walks up to me.

Nerves flicker through my body. All I can seem to think about is how good it’d be to get railed on his drums. His hands raise and I suck in a breath as his fingers play at the back of my choker. Seconds pass before the choker loosens around my throat and quickly falls away, freeing me from the confines of the bar. “Come,” he orders before silently turning and walking away.

I watch him cautiously as I scurry after him, leaving the bar to be scavenged by the masses. He leads me toward his two brothers who sit back in lounges, the woman still sitting by Roman’s side with her long dark hair falling over her shoulder and her eyes clocking every step I take. The closer we get, the harder my nerves pulse through my body. What do they want with me?


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