Whatcha' thinkin about, big brain?

Angus pov

They are sick- all three of them.

At first, I thought that only the one they called Lenox was the twisted one, but boy, was I fucking wrong.

The third one has disappeared, and frankly, I'm kind of glad about that. The guy seems to be the only one left with a clear mind when it comes to his so-called brother's crimes, but I have a feeling he's just as bad as those two.

For example, while I'm bleeding, the men sitting on the bed only seem to care about the damn carpet. Sure, it doesn't matter that the blood is mine, and I'm in actual damn pain because of this psychopath, does it? Not that any of them care.

First, he had to interfere when I finally found the brat. Then, he goes out of his way to track me down in the forest, and last but not least, the maniac gets into our territory and kidnaps me from the hospital.

At this point, every suspicion I had about that crackpot starts making sense. He has no self-control or real human emotions to understand that something he's do