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Psycho Royals (Psycho World Book 2), page 1
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
Note From The Author
Connect With The Author
Acknowledgments
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PSYCHO ROYALS
RUBY WOLFF
ONE
RAVEN
“I told you I’ll be there, Dad. But why can’t we discuss this on the phone.”
“I can’t risk it. Anyone could be listening to our call. Please don’t be late.” I throw the phone onto the kitchen counter as soon as my dad ends the call.
He called the moment he landed this morning, eager to relay what he discovered while he was in France, but he refused to say anything over the phone. He’s been gone for three weeks, and we’ve had no contact with each other, because we couldn't risk anyone knowing where he was.
Everyone that knows anything about that night is either dead or missing, leaving us with no idea who we can trust. He must have found out what really happened; I know it in my soul, and today, I'll find out who sent my dad to prison for a crime he never committed.
“Hugo, what have we found?” Hugo got a team together and put them on the Silver family. I want to know who they are talking to, meeting, and which families they're doing business with.
The Silvers know we’re watching them, so it hasn't been easy getting close. Hugo has someone keeping an eye on them, letting us know who they are in contact with and what they are doing in hopes of finding answers to why they are back so suddenly.
“It’s been quiet, and I don't like that. Nothing good ever comes from our enemies going quiet.”
Hugo is right; this can’t be a good sign. They’re planning something big, but what? The most obvious answer is another shipment of girls, but that doesn’t seem big enough. I have a feeling they are planning something much bigger.
“Be careful,” I tell him, looking at Hunter arguing with Zara. With all my connections, he already has a substantial lead in the polls, practically guaranteeing his victory. He has the public’s support, so there is no way he can fuck this up, unless he gets caught doing something he shouldn’t.
Hunter throws his phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces.
I make my way towards him with a smile. “Your side piece pissing you off?” I ask, and he shakes his head, a storm building in his eyes, showing that he’s ready to let loose on someone.
“You're all the woman I need,” Hunter snaps. “What time are you meeting your dad?”
“Why are you so angry?” I laugh as I turn him around and fix his tie.
“Just the campaign,” he replies, but I know he’s lying. He's been coming home every night on the phone, speaking to family members that Henry could be talking to instead, but isn’t. If I’m being honest, Hunter continues to work on family business although he needs to take a step back. Between trying to keep up with the campaign and running the family business, it’s too much. He's going to drive himself insane.
“When you win, you’re taking time off. Maybe we should take a romantic trip to France.” I raise on my tiptoes, planting a kiss on his lips.
“Romantic or killing trip?” Hunter knows I want every member of the Silver family dead. With Fred back in France after I killed Brett, the only way I’ll be able to get my hands on him is to go to him.
“What's more romantic than letting your wife stab a man to death?”
“Having my wife on her knees, bent over a desk, in bed, under me, on top of me, against the wall, in the shower. Do I need to continue?” He nibbles on my bottom lip as his fingers brush over his teeth marks. “You want to go to France, we will. Wherever you want to go, I'll be there next to you.” He kisses the side of my neck before standing up.
“You forgot your face between my legs.” My lips curl into a smile. “I like your face between my legs.”
“And I like to taste every drop of you.”
“Right, you psychos, we need to leave. Or are you planning on fucking before we go?” Colin shouts as I begin to laugh, and Hunter shakes his head.
“You’re beautiful when you smile-”
“Are you getting soft on me? Because I don’t like it.” I cut him off. The last thing I need is him being nice and me falling for it; not happening. I can’t push past the feeling he isn't being honest with me, and I can't trust him. When he's being nice, I feel like he’s up to something. I want to trust him, believe the things he says to me, but that voice in the back of my head continues to remind me he could be playing me. “I’ll show you how soft I’ve become tonight.” He gives me a kiss, then leaves for his campaign work.
I feel as if something is going to happen soon, and I refuse to be blindsided by it. Hunter and Colin have been more secretive than usual. Couple that with the increased phone calls to Henry and I know he's hiding something, but what is it?
After the attack at the wedding, I need to surround myself with people I trust completely, and Hunter isn’t one of them. He seems to be hiding more from me than I think he is. A part of me still believes he had something to do with the attack on the wedding. It’s so frustrating when I know he’s lying, yet I can't prove it.
“Ready to leave?” Hugo walks over to me, placing his gun in its holster.
“Let’s go.” I follow him out of the house and get ready to finally find out what my dad has found.
I look over at Hugo driving, and he smiles and shakes his head at me.
“Spit it out,” he says, and I smile. The man knows me too well.
“Something feels off about this meeting with my dad.” I’ve had this feeling all morning, from the moment he called, and the closer we get, the feeling only gets worse.
“What do you mean?” Hugo parks the car, and I shake my head, unsure why I feel like something big is about to happen. I look around, searching for anyone acting strangely or out of place. I would feel a little better if I knew an attack was coming my way, but I don’t like the feeling of being out of control.
“I don’t know,” I say as I climb out of the car. “Just keep your eyes open. If anything feels off, we’re out. “What the hell is this feeling?
Why am I so on edge about meeting my dad?
I walk towards the restaurant my dad chose, with Hugo, wanting to make our meeting as normal as possible. To the world, it looks like something we do every day. Dad messaged us a few minutes ago, letting us know he's seated outside, not trusting anyone working at the restaurant. There could be mics or someone watching us inside.
If I'd known his level of paranoia, I would never have come without security, or better yet, I would have hired someone to collect the information from him without me there. This isn’t my dad. He’s never this on edge, looking around to make sure no one is around, just like I’ve been doing all morning. He got off the plane and wanted to talk straight away, and that’s just not normal. I’m not sure what the hell he’s found, but he’s worried, and right now, I don’t why.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as we approach the restaurant, and I see my dad standing up as we get closer to him. He looks jumpy, his gaze bouncing around like someone is watching him. Something is wrong. My heartbeat quickens when I see a van stop behind him. The side door opens, then three men appear with guns. “Dad, get down!” I scream. My dad turns around, and the hairs on my body raise on alert when I h
We run towards him, bullets flying through the air in his direction as everyone ducks for cover. My shoulder is grazed, burning where the bullet crossed my skin, but I don’t slow down.
My dad’s body jolts as a bullet hits his stomach. People run screaming past me, some bumping into me, but all I can focus on is getting to my dad.
As I get closer to him, everything begins moving in slow motion. Flashbacks of my mum being shot run through my mind as my dad is hit a second time. People running away, screaming, some hiding under the tables, lying on the floor, covering their heads.
My body feels as if it’s moving on its own, as I pick up speed, driven by the need to protect my father. My stomach tightens, threatening to empty its contents all over the pavement, when the fear of losing someone else overtakes me.
My knees hit the ground hard as I catch my dad’s body. The little stones mixed with scattered glass dig into my skin, but I don’t care. My hands move quickly, pressing down on the wound on his upper chest, desperate to stop the blood.
Hugo jumps in front of us, and flipping a table to its side, he pulls it in front of us, protecting us from the gunfire. But the moment Hugo gets up with his gun out, I hear the tires screeching, letting me know the van has sped off.
My hands are covered in my dad’s blood, as I rip a long piece of fabric from the bottom part of my dress, wrapping it around his stomach where the other gun wound is.
“Stay with me, Dad!” I shout, lifting him slightly before tying the fabric in a knot as tight as I can.
“You’re not dying.” My dad’s been shot multiple times. I try my best to stop the bleeding, but it continues to pool beneath him, covering the sidewalk.
I take a deep breath in, needing to focus in order to keep my dad alive. I can take my anger out on the people responsible once my dad is in hospital. I pull the tablecloth off the table and rip it into small pieces as I find more wounds. Fuck, they knew what they were doing, hitting him in the right places to almost ensure his death.
“Hugo, hold this on the leg.” I throw him a ripped part of the tablecloth, both of us trying to stop the blood escaping his wounds.
My dad grabs my hand and pulls me closer, whispering in my ear. “You can’t trust them. He’s got it wrong.”
“He, who?” I ask, waiting for him to say something else, but he loses consciousness. “Who can’t I trust?” I scream at him, as Hugo pulls me out of the way, so the paramedics can do their job.
I have no idea who my dad is talking about, but whatever he found out must have been worth him keeping it quiet.
But who can’t I trust?
And who’s got it wrong?
TWO
RAVEN
Hugo and I run into the hospital, gripping tightly to my dad’s bed. My knuckles turn white as I increase my grip even more.
“You can’t-” a doctor says as we reach the end of the corridor.
“I’m not leaving him until our doctor arrives.” I push my way through the nurses and doctors, with zero patience or caring. “Move the fuck out of way.”
Once the bed comes to a stop, I step to the side to give the doctor room to work, watching every single move they make. I’m unable to fight the feeling that they aren’t trying to save his life but are instead ensuring he dies. I won’t be sure of anything until Dr. Hewitt, the only doctor we can trust, arrives. Thankfully, Hugo called him at some point, and he was right to do so.
Dr. Hewitt delivered all three of us and he helped me after I was attacked by David Silver, getting me the best plastic surgeons to fix my scars. He'd never let anyone close enough to hurt us, so I know my dad is safe in his hands.
“I want this fucking hospital surrounded!” I shout at Hugo. “If anyone makes a wrong move, kill them.” The fucking Silvers are after my family, and I plan to make them regret the moment they walked into our house. They will cry, scream, and burn for what they have done.
Now I just need to surround myself with people I can trust. Everyone in this room is a potential threat to my family. I watch each person who enters with a careful eye, observing for any erratic movements or any other action that might be cause for alarm. Anyone who seems out of place could someone who came to finish the job.
I wince as I turn to see Hugo firmly pushing a towel down onto my shoulder, bringing me back to the present. I stare at the blood running down my arm, realizing now that I had forgotten about it. The pain numbed completely the moment my dad crumpled to the ground.
“Gen’s on her way. I’ve doubled security and called Ava’s head security to bring her here. Hunter-”
The door slams open, interrupting Hugo, and Dr. Hewitt storms into the room. “You, you and you, get out.” He points with superiority, and they immediately stop what they are doing, leaving without a word. “Everyone else, sign these papers.”
Dr. Hewitt pushes the paper into each person's chest as he passes them. “No one says a word about who’s on the table or about what happened, understand?” he shouts as they all begin to sign before resuming their work on my dad.
He takes a look at my shoulder. “I’ve got it from here. You wait in my office.” Dr Hewitt lifts the towel pressed to my arm, examining the wound, but I shrug him off.
“I can’t leave-”
“Raven, I promise nothing will happen while I’m here. Besides, your security is outside.”
“I can’t lea-”
“Nothing will happen to him on my watch.” I look over his shoulder at my dad lying on the bed, knowing there is nothing I can do to help him.
“Don’t let him die,” I whisper.
“Hugo, take her to my office,” Dr. Hewitt says as Hugo leads me out of the operating room toward his office. Everything else is a blur as Hugo opens a door and lowers me into a seat. I watch as he walks around the room, closing all the blinds before crouching down in front of me.
“Raven, focus. What did your dad say?” I just stare at him, unable to concentrate on anything. The last hour is a blur. “Raven!” Hugo shouts, right in my face, startling me enough to pay attention.
“Ummm, he…” I close my eyes, attempting to focus on what my dad said. “You can't trust them,” I tell him, as questions begin to swirl around in my mind.
I have more questions than answers right now, since I’m unable to make sense of what my dad said. So many names are flashing through my thoughts, but I need to do what Hugo asked and focus. Someone tried to kill my dad, and I have to figure out who and why.
“Who was he talking about?”
“I don’t know, and we won’t be able to find out until he wakes up.” There is a knock at the door before it swings open and Gen walks in. “This stays between us. No one else is to know what dad said,” I tell him quietly, as he instructs the guards to stand outside dad's room, and Gen gets to work on my shoulder.
As she works, I build a list of everyone who I think could be involved, and it's not a short one. We have businessmen who’ve lost money and people who have lost family members, all because of us. We have a long list of people who would love to get our business or hate us because we have more power in the city. It could even be someone we simply kicked out of the hotel for not following the rules. Everyone is a suspect; guilty until proven innocent. The list is never ending, but the only person who can tell me why he was shot is my dad.
“Say nothing to Hunter and Colin until we know who dad is talking about.” I lock my gaze with Hugo’s, his eyes watching, waiting for me to lose it at any moment. I won’t. No. I can’t. Although we both know I won’t make it if anything happens to my dad.
Dad could have been talking about Hunter, Colin, or any other member of the Frazer family. Fuck, it could be anyone. “Do you think Hunter would hurt your dad?” Hugo hands Gen the tweezers to pull the bullet out, but she shakes her head at him,
