Luis American Psycho Novels & Stories

Like it never happened, Like it was all a bad dream, everything returned to normal in a blink of an eye and when I opened my eyes, I saw a lean muscular and tall person standing right in my bed! "You..." I quickly shut my mouth, I needed no one to tell who he was as I already knew he was Alpha Asher... The most powerful Alpha, insurmountable and indomitable! Ungodly drop-dead gorgeous king whose got the purest beauty among all Alphas. A psychopath Alpha rumored to kill his mate every two years, and change Mates like paper. "I've been introduced to you, right?" Alpha Asher asked me, his voice angelic yet cold.

I say, feeling more panic. The man pats my shoulder. “As I said, friends. I know this all seems messed up right now, but I promise it will make sense soon. Come, let’s get you in the car.” The Adam guy helps me while the Fletcher one gets in the front seat. The man sits next to me. As we drive the man looks through my records, swearing as he does so. “So yes to electro then?” The Fletcher guy asks “Antipsychotics, sedatives, and other laundry lists of drugs,” he replies. “She has so much of it in her system that if she was human she would be drooling in a corner right now.”

But not only that, he stole his laptop containing very important files, all for some sick game… He sat there frozen, the phone still in his hand, the video still looping silently in his mind. Then at the end of the video, a bracelet of his he gifted to Max. The sick psycho had the balls and audacity to bring a child into this. Luis set the phone down gently on the desk, the thought of that kindling a burning rage within him. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Okay…” he breathed out, forcing himself to think. “Don’t panic.” The message wasn’t a threat. Atleast, not yet.

After hanging up, Luis turned and left without a word or another glance at Michelle. He needed an escape; he couldn't stay with Michelle in the same space anymore, and Selena's call was his perfect escape. ‘Fuck!’ Luis cursed inwardly. He was so angry he said and did things he didn't plan. But he doesn't regret them; he even wanted more. And if Selena didn't call, he would be deep inside Michelle's perfectly shaved pussy. Luis recalled the moment Michelle turned to face him with her skirt still up. Her soaked, closed pussy was visible for his eyes to feast on. Did she purposely show him her pussy, or…

Alora is driving me crazy. "You know what, let's just drink the night away and grab some Omegas on our way back. You were too uptight during the ritual and you fucking need a true release." Luis motioned his fingers in a way that resembled a quote. To be honest, I'm not really in the mood for sex. Maybe it's the drugs or my overthinking but surely my libido has plummeted as deep as the ocean in front of me. “I'd pass." I crushed the thin metal can of the beer and threw it in the trash bin without much effort. But Luis, the ever persistent Alpha has other plans. He handed me another can and pouted when I didn't get to take it immediately.

"Luis doesn't look like one." "No one does. What if he...killed Scarlett and kept her pictures in that room?" My pulse quickens. "What if he's a psycho?" Oh my God!

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

One that probably got him into a lot of beds. Great. Just what I needed tonight. A gigolo. “What do you want?” “I'm Leo. You look like you've had a rough day. I'm a good listener if you would like to share” I scoffed. “I don't need company. Especially not from you. Get lost” His grin spread wider and he said. “Alright” However, he did not move. My fingers traced the rim of my empty glass. The tequila wasn't doing its job to numb the pain.

That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity. "You're a psycho." I said coldly. He gently touches my face, I looked at the other side. I don't want his touch. I feel disgusted. "Don't touch me. You don't have the right to touch me!" I shouted. He grab my hair this time. I thought ill lose my head the moment he grabs it! Why do he need to hurt me physically? Yeah right. Psycho's don't have conscience. They don't give a damn about someone, just their own pleasure.

Luis asked as he done packing his things. I raised my brow. “Why would I be nervous?” “Because finally we found them? What I mean we already know where they are,” he replied. “Hmm, I'm not. As long as I know Christmas is okay.” “How can you sure about it that she is okay especially she is with that psycho?” “Instinct?” Luis suddenly laughed. “Sometimes instinct is wrong, Bro.” “Tsk. Why am I talking to you?” I zipped my luggage bag and placed it back on the floor. “You always making me feel crazy about your questions.”