CHAOTIC (RUTHLESS ASYLUM (A RUTHLESS UNDERWORLD NOVEL Book 2) by K.L. Savage

Author:K.L. Savage [SAVAGE, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: RUTHLESS ASYLUM BOOK 2
Publisher: RUTHLESS UNDERWOLD LLC
Published: 2021-04-19T18:30:00+00:00

I fell asleep on the couch last night. I couldn’t sleep in the bed and be reminded of her scent. It hurt too fucking much. I stared at my bedroom door and turned right around and came to the couch.

A loud scream ripping through the house has me rolling off the couch, smacking right onto the floor. My jaw hits first and my teeth clink together.

Fuck. Talk about a wake-up call.

“What the hell is that?”

“Reaper?” I grumble, pushing myself up by placing my palms on the floor.

“Yeah, me and Doc stayed last night. We wanted to make sure everyone was okay,” he says, just as another scream has my ears ringing.

At the same time, the doorbell chimes.

What the hell? It’s too early for all this nonsense.

“You get the screamer, I’ll get the door since I’m closer,” I tell Reaper.

He nods and heads down the hall. My jaw aches, and I move it back and forth as I open the door. The morning light hits my eyes and I wince, bringing my hand up to block the sun. “Yeah?” I grumble, hoping no one can smell my morning breath.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” Tool is chipper as he drinks his coffee.

“What do you want? It’s too early.”

“I’m bringing someone by that deserves to live here with you lot,” Tool states as he steps aside.

He shows me a young guy, early twenties, blinking at me about a hundred miles an hour.

“Fuck you. I hate bald people!” he clicks his tongue and whistles. “Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t hate bald people. I’m Loch. I have Tourette’s. And this is my sister, Sadie.” A curvy woman steps from behind him. She’s a bit taller than average height, but thick everywhere. She’s pretty.

Fuck. I hope Jessica doesn’t kill her.

I hold out my hand and Loch slaps my hand away. “You can’t touch her.” He flicks me off, and I raise my brows when he whistles again, like a bird coming out of one of those grandfather clocks to chirp the time. “I’m sorry. Of course you can. I can’t always control my tics, especially when I’m nervous. I’m friends with Patrick. I met him in rehab. I’ve been traveling around with my sister, but Tool said I could have a place with you? And Patrick said—”

“No, yeah. It’s fine. All mad souls welcome,” I chuckle, swinging the door open wider so everyone can come in. “You’ve come in a tense time. We need to go get my girl. She’s in the institution we all escaped from, and I’m going to go get her back.”

“We will help in any way we can.” Loch twitches his head and whistles again. I can tell he is getting frustrated by his eyes closing and his nostrils flaring.

“Hey, be yourself here. I have mania, Goldie has severe depression, Felix is schizophrenic, Zipper has PTSD, Oli has OCD, Apollo thinks he is Apollo, and my Chloe has DID. Seriously, your Tourette’s is mild in comparison.”

He blows out a breath, and his cheeks puff out.

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