Psycho (NSFW) (JO/You)

*VI: Control

*Long, excuse any mistakes lol

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After I picked Jenna up, I head towards our home in town. She was currently looking at the pictures of Joseph I took. "You're evil, but in a good way," she says, making me chuckle. "Yeah?"

"Like you don't do this to innocent people, at least." I nod in agreement, "I make sure my brothers know they're guilty, too. We're anti-heroes like Deadpool." I glance at her in time to catch an eye roll.

"What?" I ask with a raised brow. "Nothing. You're right. You're just batshit," she chuckles and I laugh sarcastically.

"Ha, ha, fuckin' shut up."

We get to a red light and I look over to see she's looking at the same two pictures; close ups on his fingers and toes arranged in my final message, and his bloody eyeless skull.

"You really fucked him up," she says softly. "Mhm. No one fucks with my baby and gets away with it." She leans over to kiss my cheek just as the light changed to green.

"I love you," she says and I take her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles. "I love you, too," I shoot her a smile. "Whaddya wanna do when we get home?"

She lets out a breathy laugh that gave her away, "Fuck." I chuckle, "Knew it."

"What? That quickie from earlier didn't do me justice."

"'Cause you're an insatiable little bitch." She scoffs, "Yet, you're the one that's obsessed with eating me on the table for breakfast." I gape at her, "Me? That was your plan since you woke up. But let's not get into your exhibitionism." She sucks her teeth, "I dunno what you're talking about."

I give her a brief blank look, "We fucked everywhere, Jenny. The back of the mall, the beach, the club..."

"Target's dressing room, our back porch, the pool..."

"Walmart, the church, your momma's kitchen, Tony's place, Dany's place, the movie theater—," her laugh interrupts me.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I love fucking in risky places, but can you blame me? It's the fact you give it to me even though you always say..."

"'I got you when we get home'," I quote myself with a light chuckle. Not five seconds later, I yawn. "I'm tired, too. I love my godson, but he's a handful," she says, going to open the glove compartment.

Though, I really wish she hadn't.

Dozens of pictures I took of my victims flood out onto the floor. Some more grotesque and "out-of-pocket"; worst than what I did to Pendejo. They rival Art the Clown, most definitely.

Others were pictures of separated limbs while maybe two or three were more tame.

The least I'll do is make the fucker look like Joffrey at the Purple Wedding.

Jenna grabs the ones that fell and studied them in the passing street lights. Once she realized what she was looking at, she turns to me with a solemn death stare.

"What the fuck, Y/N? When were these?" I scratch the back of my neck obliviously, actually paying attention to the road. She then throws them at me and I nearly swerve.

"What the fuck, Jen?! I'm driving," I say and she hits me again. "Who are these people?" She demands and I finally glance at her. She still had that death glare, but not the fun kind.

"Well, they were overgrown stillborns," I reply plainly and she slumps back angrily, not saying anything further. I sigh, "Jenny?"

"..."

"Jen?"

"..."

"Jenna," I say sternly, but she still doesn't speak. I roll my eyes at her ongoing silence and just listened to the radio.