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but he doesn't fucking stop talking, yes he was that wicked "And if you keep pissing me off, just remember I know how to hide a dead body" He finishes his fucking sentence, and pats my cheek with his cold hands, and it made my breath shakes, but...but I don't let him win, and I don't freaking want to give him satisfaction, pleasure, and make him smile wider, so I parted my already champ lips, and said the roght thing that popped into my head "Tell me, is being a fucking psychopath something you like, or something you do?" I asked him with a mixture of fear, anger and frustration in my voice, hoping it would make the damn smile disappear, but damnit, he only chuckled out as if to tell me that

"You're lucky you said you weren't sure. Otherwise, I would have killed you. And let me make it clear that you're wrong. You're always saying rubbish, nothing important at all. All that's in your head is she-wolves, and you make me wonder how you have only one pup." "Alpha, I'm trying to help you, that's why I keep calling them, because you have a problem with them," he tried defending himself, but I rolled my eyes. I knew he wasn't at fault, he was only trying to help, but I was a psychopath, easily irritated by anything my psychosis detested.

Yuri wants to charge in and take over our business but the old man, Kirill, wants to arrive at a settlement. I sighed. He went on, reaching out to hold my hand as he said, his black eyes earnest, ‘Mam, do you know that Yuri is a psychopath? He killed a man, cut off his head and hung it outside his office for a few days to let people know he was not the kind of man to be messed with.’ I felt the nausea rise in my mouth and I rose, stumbling blindly to the washroom to throw up. Behind me, I could hear Bea shouting at the young Capo and Paddy came up behind me, stroking my back, holding my hair as I retched.

“A long time ago, when Lorenzo was nine, he was sexually abused by his bloody uncle. Because of that, he began to have constant nightmares and many hallucinations, he always woke up screaming, asking for help, as if that wretch was doing it all over again with him. I widen my eyes, doubly surprised. First, because he is speaking in the third person, and second, because he knows that Lorenzo was abused. '' Because of that trauma, Lorenzo ended up developing another personality, a strong personality to protect him from all harm, he was weak and very sensitive, so I started to take his conscience, getting in control. He turns around, looking me in the eye. “Nice to meet you, Elisabeth. My name

“The boss have ordered that no food or water should be giving to you until he comes back.” Their response was cold. They were complaining about how I was a thorn in their flesh. The light piercing my skin was becoming more intense. I sensed it was already afternoon. The spring rain has stopped, it is early summer. My whole body was burning and itchy. I don’t know how to escape, taking unnecessary actions might get me killed. I was furtive at first. I made a mistake. I remembered that Smith was diagnosed with psychopathy when we were younger. He had killed countless puppies. By then, my uncle was worried and had him checked out.

I continued to speak. I closed my hand, and I started to talk, “The criminal tortured Mantus many times and cut his genital.” I seriously said to them, so Melody became interested in my discussion. “His older brother managed to find them and kill the culprit. After the traumatic event he experienced, he became crazy and blamed his older brother for what happened. There is also speculation spread on the internet that the reason why he wrote the novel is to teach the criminals to get away with the crimes they did,” I explained, and I looked at the book I was holding. Then, I continued to talk.

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”

Luca, on the other hand, has been going crazy since his kids were taken from him. They were all he had left. His neighbors heard him breaking things so they called the police. Luca was taken to a facility after his tests came positive for PTSD and disruptive behavior. Days passed, and he stayed quiet. Cooperative, pretending to be fine. The doctors bought it. They thought he was getting better. Not until one evening, during a shift change, Luca made his move. A nurse had forgotten to properly secure the door after checking his vitals.

"But here is the thing about being told you are crazy long enough. Here is the thing about being hospitalized and medicated and managed and watched and treated as a liability by the two people who were supposed to love you unconditionally." I looked at him. "Eventually the shape they cut around you becomes the shape you fill." The bar was very quiet in my immediate vicinity. "I became what she called me," I said. "Not immediately. Not deliberately. But I looked up one day and I was doing things... to Theo Ashford, to Veronica, to people I had once cared about... that a twelve year old version of me would not have recognized as mine." I paused. "I became the psychopath she invented to protect