Psycho Knights by Ivy Clyde

Once upon a time…
We watched Lucia secretly. Obsessively.

We hurt strangers for her. Protected her. And loved her while she remained completely oblivious.
There are definitions for people like us— stalkers, sickos, psychos. We’re really assassins-in-training but we do embody those other personalities too.
We thought that’s what love was until Lucia betrayed us and let her dick brother drive us to the brink of death.
We never forgot the inhumane degradation we suffered at the hands of Lucia’s brother.
We still continue to watch her and on her wedding day, we drag her away while bombs and gunfire rain down on us.
We’re not the same boys she knew in the past, and whatever we may have been to each other, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Because we’re only one thing to her now:
Her captors.
We feel no guilt or remorse.
Not when we own every inch of her- body, heart, and soul.