Psychopath

TRACEY'S P.O.V

Nobody in the car made a sound.

Just the booming sound of the RnB across the radio which did nothing to ease the tensed atmosphere between us all.

I sat in the passenger seat while Damien was beside me, his entire focus glued to his phone.

Ryan, who was driving, seemed unbothered by the awkward atmosphere, occasionally nodding to the low music playing from the speakers.

I had no idea where we were headed.

And, apparently, neither of these men thought it was important to tell me a thing.

I was barely sitted comfortably in my seat, checking Damien's movement through the corner of my eye.

I still wasn't over the new look he had on.

And being up close with him, made me see the tattoo covering his entire hands properly.

He had a snake coiled around to the end of his sleeves and a date attached on it.

I wonder what each of the tattoos signified.

Never knew he had such tattoos on his.

Well, never seen his hands before—he was a full dressed man.

I studied him for a second l