Psycho

Chapter 1- Andre

What the fuck?
What the actual fuck was I thinking letting Amorette go off on her own like that? Of fucking course Vicente would try to tear us down a peg or two by taking her. She better be unharmed when we made it to her, or I would spank her ass red as I choked the breath from her pink, plump lips.
With adrenaline racking my body, I raced toward the doors Vicente had taken Amorette through. Then Vicente’s men circled us, some with knives drawn, others with guns.
Fucking, fucking hell. Every second that passed was a second the guards could be slitting her throat. Or worse.
This wasn’t going to be an easy fight. It would barely be a fight at all if they started firing on us. Then who would save her crazy ass? The only measure of safety was that they’d end up taking their own men out at this range if they shot us.
That meant we’d also be using fists and knives unless we got any of these guys on the ground.
My heart pounded so hard against my ribs, the shockwave of the force spread throughout my body. Even my vision dimmed around the edges with each beat. For the moment, any signs of migraines were absent, thank fuck.
Matías met my gaze with a promise. The guards weren’t trying to detain him like they were us. He was different. The heir. The trusted fucking member of the Institution. I couldn’t be happier about that right now. And he was promising to save Amorette.
Next to me, Lafe had a dead look in his eyes, while Parker glared at the men in front of him. Both were ready for blood. Grey’s top lip peeled back in a vicious snarl as he raised his favorite knife, the serrated one he’d used against Bruno, and brought his arm down in a sharp arc across a guard’s chest as Matías slipped through the doors. Blood sprayed us as Lafe and Parker lifted their own weapons.
Shit, I was wasting time. Parker, Lafe, and I followed Grey’s lead, mowing down as many men as we could. I alternated striking and slicing the men in front of me. Grunts of pain came from every direction. Warm blood dotted my arms as I switched from guard to guard. As soon as one was down, I went for the next. Dead or alive, I didn’t fucking care as long as they got out of my way.
Then Gonzalez whistled and his men stepped back. We let them. Panting, I refused to wipe the sweat from my face. They weren’t going to avoid a fight, not when Amorette was in trouble. So what was Gonzalez up to?
The guards edged back and Gonzalez stopped on the dais, looking down on us like we were annoying ants he wasn’t sure how to handle. Only fifteen feet or so separated us from the doors to Amorette. The grand ballroom that seemed so large thirty minutes ago was now suffocating. What were our chances of getting past the men and Gonzalez? I glanced around, noting the guards tightening the circle around us as Gonzalez placed himself in our direct path to Amorette.
Impossible. It would be fucking impossible without wasting more time fighting these cabróns.
Gonzalez cocked his head. “Your whore attacked Vicente. Surrender to the guards or lose your place within the Institution.”
Attacked, like the woman hadn’t screamed that he’d died. Like Gonzalez was hopeful Vicente still lived. I got it. The stress of the insurmountable change that was about to come over the Institution was almost buckling my knees.
The way everything was happening too fast for me to navigate should be driving me out of my mind, making it feel like my skin was peeling back.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my fucking self so my hands didn’t shake but visions of Amorette getting whipped, being raped, or fucking shot were all I could see. Gasping, I opened my eyes. Fear mixed with the adrenaline and my throat felt like it was closing up on me. Like fucking hell, I would let fear stop me from getting through those doors.
Maybe the weight of everything sweeping out of my control should cut me off at the knees, but a vicious streak of adrenaline surged through my body.
They weren’t going to keep Amorette from us. No fucking way. She was ours, and we would rip anyone apart who tried to stop us.