Deception, p.36
Deception, page 36
“Let him feel your tight throat,” Sparrow urges, running his fingers through my kinky curls of one pigtail. “I want to watch you choke on my brother’s cock.”
Sully groans, stepping closer. His grip on his dick looks painful, as though he’s holding on tight to keep from fucking my face. I lean forward, desperate to taste him. He paints my lips with his pre-come before pushing past them. My teeth scrape along his shaft as I widen to accept his massive girth.
“They’re going to take turns fucking your sinful mouth, prickly princess, while I wreck your needy little pussy.” Scout’s fingers open me up to him and then he’s pushing his bare cock inside me. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
He thrusts hard, making me cry out, and Sully does the same. I gag and squirm, but I don’t really want to get away. I want them to use me until I’m a boneless heap they’ll have to carry off.
I don’t want them to stop.
Ever.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sparrow
God, I’ve missed this girl.
Seeing her, on her knees, taking Sully’s cock in her mouth and Scout’s from behind, I’m reminded of how perfect she is for us. So fucking perfect.
One day soon, we’ll have her all of the time.
“Share your dick-sucking lips with me, dirty girl,” I croon, tugging on her pigtail to earn her attention. “I’m feeling neglected.”
I step up beside Sully, making my cock bounce up and down in front of her. She eyes it hungrily, eagerly leaning forward to suck on it. Scout isn’t exactly gentle with her, fucking her like he can find a way to climb inside her and stamp his name on her soul. She moans and whimpers around my dick.
“Can you take two dicks at once?” I taunt, “or is your little-girl mouth too small?”
She pulls back and glances up at me. Her pouty lips are swollen and reddened from all the dick sucking she’s been doing today.
Sully rubs his slick, pierced crown along her cheek. She opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, inviting us to use her. Sully and I both attempt to push our dicks into her mouth at once. They rub together, sliding over her hot tongue, which feels incredible. We find a rhythm of taking turns shoving into her mouth. The wet, hungry sounds she makes are so fucking hot.
Scout grunts from behind her, thrusting so hard, she gags over my dick when she’s brutally pushed forward. He wrenches the sleeves of her dress down over her shoulders, exposing her upper chest. His palms claim the flesh and then he pushes the material down until he has her pert tits in his hands.
God, she’s a fucking vision.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you,” Scout growls, “it’s going to run down your legs all night. You want that?”
She tries to nod but Sully shoves his dick into her mouth.
“Our girl is so greedy for come,” I tell Scout. “Fill her the fuck up while we paint her pretty face.”
Sully and I both set the tip of our dicks on her waiting tongue, stroking our cocks in unison. Scout pounds into her relentlessly. He slides one of his hands between her legs and feverishly works at her clit. Quickly she unravels, moaning so loud I’m sure half the party can hear. It sends me and Sully both over the edge. Thick ropes of come shoot out of both our dicks, landing on her tongue.
So. Much. Come.
I’m mesmerized by how fucking amazing she looks with our come filling her mouth. Her cheeks bright crimson and wet with tears from her earlier choking. Her entire body trembles, but she’s such a good fucking girl keeping her mouth open to accept every last drop.
I pull back, as does Sully, and curl my fingers under chin. Quickly, I close her mouth so no more of our seed will run down her chin. I smear my thumb over the come, dragging it back to her lips and shoving it inside.
“Don’t swallow yet,” I rumble. “I want you to keep it in your mouth until I tell you you’re allowed to swallow.”
She nods, her cheeks puffed out, filled with semen. Scout grunts, his teeth finding her neck. He bites her hard enough she whimpers, but she keeps her lips tightly shut. As soon as he lets out a groan of pleasure, I stroke her cheek and nod.
“Swallow, Laundry. Take all our come.”
Her neck bobs as she swallows down our salty load. Scout’s thrusting slows and then he pulls out of her. Sully is the first to yank up his pants. Scout scoots away from her, panting hard from exertion. Sully kneels to right the top of her dress. I fix my own pants, putting away my dick and then help Sully haul her to her feet. Scout tugs her panties back up her thighs and then fixes her dress.
“Her bruises are better,” Scout says, eyes flashing with anger, “but still there.”
I grit my teeth, trying like hell to swallow down the fury boiling inside me. She’s been through enough. The last thing she needs is the three of us melting down and adding to her emotional torment. We have to remain calm for her.
Landry falls into Sully’s embrace and she hugs him tight. Her back moves as she starts to cry. My heart cracks right down the middle hearing her broken sobs. Scout’s glare is murderous. I’m sure it matches mine. Not one of us wants to send her back to that piece of shit. But what choice do we have? Scout, of all people, has demanded we play this smart.
We have to play it smart.
If we want her for good, and get her a clean break from that fuckface, then we need to plan several moves ahead.
“Honey, we’re close,” Sully assures her. “Leo is helping us. We’re going to get you both out of there soon.”
“How?” Her body trembles. “I keep trying to think up ways to get away but he’s always there.”
“Tonight, around three in the morning, after he’s drunk and passed out, we’re going to set fire to his company building. Ty’s going to get Scout the access he needs,” Sully explains.
“He won’t be thinking too clearly when he gets the call about the fire,” I tell her. “He’ll rush out of there with some of his men. We’re going to break you two out of there and get the hell out of town. For good.”
“You have to trust us,” Scout murmurs.
“I do,” she sobs. “I just miss you all.”
I untangle her arms from around his middle, forcing them around mine instead. She whimpers when I grip both of her cheeks and tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes flutter closed and I capture her lips in a promising kiss.
Could we just steal her?
Take her and Della right now?
Scout grabs her hips, ripping her out of my arms, greedily wrapping her up in an embrace. She relaxes against his chest, like his silent assurances can be heard. I’m aching to have her back. This sharing shit is annoying sometimes. He squeezes her ass over her dress. My gaze falls to her thighs that are slick with come running down them.
My dick hardens in an instant, not at all bothered that I just unloaded in her mouth. Fuck. I’m going to go crazy until this girl is back in bed with us.
“Goddammit,” Sully groans. “Why can’t we just take her and bail right now?”
My thoughts exactly.
“He has the exits of this place full of his goons,” Scout spits out. “Remember, we have to be smart about this. It’s one thing to slip in undetected by dressing as bears, but it’ll be a dead giveaway when we try to smuggle Goldilocks and the wolf girl out with us.”
Sully, like an animal possessed, crowds Landry from behind. He lifts her dress, pushes her panties down her ass, and then is inside her, fucking her like he can’t help himself.
I’m jealous.
I want to be inside her again too.
Based on Scout’s ravenous expression, I’d say he’s right there with me. Landry whimpers and writhes as Sully fucks her from behind. Scout has to keep her on her feet so she doesn’t collapse. Her legs keep quivering, so it’s a real possibility that if it weren’t for him, she’d be on the floor.
Sully drives into her over and over again until he’s hissing her name as though it’s a prayer. Scout takes his turn, not giving her any time to recover. And when I think she can’t take anymore, he deposits her into my arms. Her blue eyes are glazed over from pleasure. I lift her up and sink into her slick cunt that’s spilling with come. There’s something so carnal about the way we have to claim and mark her—how she desires it just as much.
“Beautiful, perfect girl,” I croon as I come for the second time inside half an hour. “You’re ours. You’ll always be ours.”
She’s quiet as the three of us right her clothes and attempt to fix her hair. We take turns kissing her and groping her whenever and wherever we can.
I love how she’s this sweet middle between us.
We were made to share her.
“I should get back out there,” she says, her voice cracking. “Ty’s probably wondering where I am. I sort of dumped my sister on him to watch.”
“Ty would do anything for you,” Scout says. “Let him.”
I sit down in a chair, pulling her into my lap. She curls up against me, soaking in the last few minutes she can before she needs to leave. Sully perches on the arm of the chair, toying his fingers through her curls.
“What if the plan doesn’t work? What if he just sends his men and stays back?” she asks. “What then?” She shudders. “He’ll be drunk and the things he does when he’s drunk…”
I crack my neck to ease the tension. “We’ll still come for you. His days of hurting you both are over.”
“Della’s pink cat,” Scout rumbles, crouching beside us as he takes one of her hands in his. “It’s in your room.”
Landry frowns at him. “What?” She blinks several times studying him. “Why would you do that? How?”
“One of your maids was going into your building and Sully stopped her,” Scout tells her. “She was glad to help.”
“But why would one of the maids do something so reckless for a pink stuffed animal? What if Dad finds out or she confesses?”
“She won’t. We paid her a lot of money for her assistance,” Sully says. “Leo guaranteed her safety. She’ll be okay.”
“All for a cat?” She shakes her head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to. We’re coming for you anyway. But, just in case you run into any problems, there’s a surprise for you in it. In case you need it.” He kisses her knuckle. “Won’t be long, prickly princess.”
Someone bangs on the locked door. Landry jolts upright, shooting a terrified look toward the sound. Scout rises to his feet and limps over to it.
“What?” he bellows through the door.
“Incoming, man. He’s on a warpath.”
Fuck.
Thank God we have Ty on our side. I hate to say it, but he’s actually kind of cool. His loyalty is to Landry, and consequently us.
“Use the back door because he’s coming to this one,” Ty warns. “Landry, I hope you’re ready to deal with this.”
She shakily stands, nervously smoothing out her dress. I notice the wet spot on the back of her dress from where she was sitting and hope like fuck her dad doesn’t see it.
“Hurry,” she says to us. “Leave before he gets here.”
Scout kisses her, leans his forehead to hers, and then leaves without another word. Sully envelops her in a tight hug and a chaste kiss to her lips. He stalks out of the room after our brother. I linger long enough to memorize the lovely pout of her lips and the exact hue of red on her cheeks. Our mouths fuse together for a hungry kiss until someone beats on the door.
“Landry. You in there?”
She shudders at the sound of her dad’s voice.
“Laundry,” I whisper, cradling her jaw. “Look at me.”
Her eyes bore into mine.
“I love you, baby. After tonight, that motherfucker won’t ever touch you. You’ll never have to see him again. Understood?”
“Y-yes,” she murmurs, nodding. “I love you, too.”
It takes everything in me to tear my body from hers. Anger consumes me from head to fucking toe. I slip out of the room and into a hallway where my brothers are waiting. The next several hours are going to be the longest goddamn ones of my entire life.
“This fucking sucks,” I snap and turn toward the exit doors. “Let’s go before I change my mind and go back in there to break that sick asshole’s neck.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Landry
I’m buzzing.
High from their touch and taste and growly voices.
If I had more time, I’d savor it. I’d sink into a chair, curl my knees up to my chest, and replay the last hour or so of bliss I had with my guys.
I don’t have time.
Dad is here and, based on his increasingly urgent pounding on the door, he’s losing it.
Sucking in a calming breath, I exhale, and then make my way to the door. Once I’ve unlocked it, I open it, unable to look him in the eyes for fear he’ll see right into my brain.
Some secrets need to stay hidden.
Some secrets belong just to me.
“What have you done?” Dad growls, grabbing on to my shoulders and shaking. “Answer me!”
I stare at his fake busted lip, refusing to make eye contact. His boxing gloves are gone, and he digs his fingers into my flesh, no doubt bruising me. The scent of liquor hangs thick in the air.
“Go find your sister and then we are leaving.” He releases me and takes a step back. “I can barely look at you.”
Good.
I hope I disgust him.
And, after tonight, I won’t have to look at him anymore, either.
Slipping out the door, I make my way back to the party on wobbly legs. Ty is sitting on a chair near where I left him while Della climbs all over him messing with him from his feathered hat to his quiver of arrows. From far away, because of her wolf costume, she looks like an overgrown puppy.
She’s having so much fun. I hate to have to ruin this night for her.
“Everything go okay?” Ty asks, studying my expression.
“He’s making us leave.” I chew on my bottom lip. “I saw them. I…I…I wish they could take me with them right now.”
Ty tickles Della and she rolls away from him before finding something else to interest her. He stands, taking my hand.
“I know, but just stick to the plan. It’ll all be over soon.” He bends down and pecks me on the cheek. “Stay strong.”
One of Dad’s security guards shows up, scowling at me. “Mr. Croft is waiting in the limo for you and your sister.”
Right.
Time to face the music.
Let the countdown begin.
* * *
Della’s hands move a mile a minute as she tells me about the friends she made, the food she ate, and how Ty isn’t a dummy like Sparrow. It warms my heart how much she enjoyed herself. I’m once again thankful for Ty and his friendship. He’s a good guy and one day he’ll make a woman—just not this woman—very happy.
Dad sits on the other side of the limo, downing mini liquor bottles one after the other. I’m hoping he’ll get shitfaced enough he’ll just pass out. I’ll deal with tomorrow when it comes, but I’d love to take a hot shower and curl up in bed, reminiscing about my seeing my guys.
As soon as we arrive at our building, I scramble out of the limo with Della. Dad remains behind. We hurry inside and make it onto the elevator, not waiting for our father. Eventually, I manage to get Della into our apartment and convinced to take off her wolf costume.
Still no Dad.
I think I dodged a bullet.
Only a few more hours…
After running Della a bath, I find her some pajamas and lay them on her bed. I want to change out of my costume, but that might mean running into Dad. I hide out in her bathroom, helping her wash her hair and get it all brushed out. Usually Sandra helps with these things. Tonight, I gladly take on the task.
I want to see Sully, Della signs after brushing her teeth.
I frown and reply back, Me too.
Sparrow is a dummy but he can beat Dad up for us. Della grins like this is the best idea she’s ever had. And Scout can make us pancakes every day forever!
Her excitement is catching. I wish I could give this happiness to her. Where every day is pancakes and silliness and chasing around Heathen.
We’ll be back with them soon, I promise her. I miss them.
She hugs me and my heart melts. Della is feisty a lot of the time, but at her core, she’s sweet and loving. This kid deserves a much better life than the one she was dealt. Dad alluded to her not being his kid, which explains a lot about his treatment toward her. I wish Mom were around to ask her who the real father is. Maybe if we knew, we’d have a chance of him helping us on our quest to escape.
Of course, it could be wrong.
Dad could be lying or just assuming.
Until I know for sure, I can’t do anything about it.
I’m still a mess from being ravaged by the triplets. I need to shower desperately. Dad returned some of my clothes to me and all of my bedding this week. If it weren’t for that stuff being in my room, I’d shower in my sister’s bathroom.
My life isn’t that easy.
I’ll have to risk being seen.
Time for bed, Della, I sign to my sister. Love you.
I love you too.
I kiss the top of her head that smells like her lavender shampoo and finally make my exit I’d been putting off for far too long.
The house is quiet which makes me breathe a little easier. I’m just heading into my bedroom when I bump into someone coming out.
“Oh,” Noel cries out. “So sorry. I was just looking for you. Your father has sent everyone home for the weekend. Do you need anything before I leave?”
“Everyone?” A cold, oily feeling washes over me. “Even his security?”
She nods, her lips pursing. “I can stay, but he wasn’t exactly in the best mood.” Noel glances down the hall and then back at me. “Will you be okay?”
“I have to be.”
Her brows furl and she gives me a knowing smile. “I made up your bed. I believe Della left one of her toys in your room. A pink cat.” She pauses, glances past me and then bores her gaze into me. “Be careful.”
Sully groans, stepping closer. His grip on his dick looks painful, as though he’s holding on tight to keep from fucking my face. I lean forward, desperate to taste him. He paints my lips with his pre-come before pushing past them. My teeth scrape along his shaft as I widen to accept his massive girth.
“They’re going to take turns fucking your sinful mouth, prickly princess, while I wreck your needy little pussy.” Scout’s fingers open me up to him and then he’s pushing his bare cock inside me. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
He thrusts hard, making me cry out, and Sully does the same. I gag and squirm, but I don’t really want to get away. I want them to use me until I’m a boneless heap they’ll have to carry off.
I don’t want them to stop.
Ever.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sparrow
God, I’ve missed this girl.
Seeing her, on her knees, taking Sully’s cock in her mouth and Scout’s from behind, I’m reminded of how perfect she is for us. So fucking perfect.
One day soon, we’ll have her all of the time.
“Share your dick-sucking lips with me, dirty girl,” I croon, tugging on her pigtail to earn her attention. “I’m feeling neglected.”
I step up beside Sully, making my cock bounce up and down in front of her. She eyes it hungrily, eagerly leaning forward to suck on it. Scout isn’t exactly gentle with her, fucking her like he can find a way to climb inside her and stamp his name on her soul. She moans and whimpers around my dick.
“Can you take two dicks at once?” I taunt, “or is your little-girl mouth too small?”
She pulls back and glances up at me. Her pouty lips are swollen and reddened from all the dick sucking she’s been doing today.
Sully rubs his slick, pierced crown along her cheek. She opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, inviting us to use her. Sully and I both attempt to push our dicks into her mouth at once. They rub together, sliding over her hot tongue, which feels incredible. We find a rhythm of taking turns shoving into her mouth. The wet, hungry sounds she makes are so fucking hot.
Scout grunts from behind her, thrusting so hard, she gags over my dick when she’s brutally pushed forward. He wrenches the sleeves of her dress down over her shoulders, exposing her upper chest. His palms claim the flesh and then he pushes the material down until he has her pert tits in his hands.
God, she’s a fucking vision.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you,” Scout growls, “it’s going to run down your legs all night. You want that?”
She tries to nod but Sully shoves his dick into her mouth.
“Our girl is so greedy for come,” I tell Scout. “Fill her the fuck up while we paint her pretty face.”
Sully and I both set the tip of our dicks on her waiting tongue, stroking our cocks in unison. Scout pounds into her relentlessly. He slides one of his hands between her legs and feverishly works at her clit. Quickly she unravels, moaning so loud I’m sure half the party can hear. It sends me and Sully both over the edge. Thick ropes of come shoot out of both our dicks, landing on her tongue.
So. Much. Come.
I’m mesmerized by how fucking amazing she looks with our come filling her mouth. Her cheeks bright crimson and wet with tears from her earlier choking. Her entire body trembles, but she’s such a good fucking girl keeping her mouth open to accept every last drop.
I pull back, as does Sully, and curl my fingers under chin. Quickly, I close her mouth so no more of our seed will run down her chin. I smear my thumb over the come, dragging it back to her lips and shoving it inside.
“Don’t swallow yet,” I rumble. “I want you to keep it in your mouth until I tell you you’re allowed to swallow.”
She nods, her cheeks puffed out, filled with semen. Scout grunts, his teeth finding her neck. He bites her hard enough she whimpers, but she keeps her lips tightly shut. As soon as he lets out a groan of pleasure, I stroke her cheek and nod.
“Swallow, Laundry. Take all our come.”
Her neck bobs as she swallows down our salty load. Scout’s thrusting slows and then he pulls out of her. Sully is the first to yank up his pants. Scout scoots away from her, panting hard from exertion. Sully kneels to right the top of her dress. I fix my own pants, putting away my dick and then help Sully haul her to her feet. Scout tugs her panties back up her thighs and then fixes her dress.
“Her bruises are better,” Scout says, eyes flashing with anger, “but still there.”
I grit my teeth, trying like hell to swallow down the fury boiling inside me. She’s been through enough. The last thing she needs is the three of us melting down and adding to her emotional torment. We have to remain calm for her.
Landry falls into Sully’s embrace and she hugs him tight. Her back moves as she starts to cry. My heart cracks right down the middle hearing her broken sobs. Scout’s glare is murderous. I’m sure it matches mine. Not one of us wants to send her back to that piece of shit. But what choice do we have? Scout, of all people, has demanded we play this smart.
We have to play it smart.
If we want her for good, and get her a clean break from that fuckface, then we need to plan several moves ahead.
“Honey, we’re close,” Sully assures her. “Leo is helping us. We’re going to get you both out of there soon.”
“How?” Her body trembles. “I keep trying to think up ways to get away but he’s always there.”
“Tonight, around three in the morning, after he’s drunk and passed out, we’re going to set fire to his company building. Ty’s going to get Scout the access he needs,” Sully explains.
“He won’t be thinking too clearly when he gets the call about the fire,” I tell her. “He’ll rush out of there with some of his men. We’re going to break you two out of there and get the hell out of town. For good.”
“You have to trust us,” Scout murmurs.
“I do,” she sobs. “I just miss you all.”
I untangle her arms from around his middle, forcing them around mine instead. She whimpers when I grip both of her cheeks and tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes flutter closed and I capture her lips in a promising kiss.
Could we just steal her?
Take her and Della right now?
Scout grabs her hips, ripping her out of my arms, greedily wrapping her up in an embrace. She relaxes against his chest, like his silent assurances can be heard. I’m aching to have her back. This sharing shit is annoying sometimes. He squeezes her ass over her dress. My gaze falls to her thighs that are slick with come running down them.
My dick hardens in an instant, not at all bothered that I just unloaded in her mouth. Fuck. I’m going to go crazy until this girl is back in bed with us.
“Goddammit,” Sully groans. “Why can’t we just take her and bail right now?”
My thoughts exactly.
“He has the exits of this place full of his goons,” Scout spits out. “Remember, we have to be smart about this. It’s one thing to slip in undetected by dressing as bears, but it’ll be a dead giveaway when we try to smuggle Goldilocks and the wolf girl out with us.”
Sully, like an animal possessed, crowds Landry from behind. He lifts her dress, pushes her panties down her ass, and then is inside her, fucking her like he can’t help himself.
I’m jealous.
I want to be inside her again too.
Based on Scout’s ravenous expression, I’d say he’s right there with me. Landry whimpers and writhes as Sully fucks her from behind. Scout has to keep her on her feet so she doesn’t collapse. Her legs keep quivering, so it’s a real possibility that if it weren’t for him, she’d be on the floor.
Sully drives into her over and over again until he’s hissing her name as though it’s a prayer. Scout takes his turn, not giving her any time to recover. And when I think she can’t take anymore, he deposits her into my arms. Her blue eyes are glazed over from pleasure. I lift her up and sink into her slick cunt that’s spilling with come. There’s something so carnal about the way we have to claim and mark her—how she desires it just as much.
“Beautiful, perfect girl,” I croon as I come for the second time inside half an hour. “You’re ours. You’ll always be ours.”
She’s quiet as the three of us right her clothes and attempt to fix her hair. We take turns kissing her and groping her whenever and wherever we can.
I love how she’s this sweet middle between us.
We were made to share her.
“I should get back out there,” she says, her voice cracking. “Ty’s probably wondering where I am. I sort of dumped my sister on him to watch.”
“Ty would do anything for you,” Scout says. “Let him.”
I sit down in a chair, pulling her into my lap. She curls up against me, soaking in the last few minutes she can before she needs to leave. Sully perches on the arm of the chair, toying his fingers through her curls.
“What if the plan doesn’t work? What if he just sends his men and stays back?” she asks. “What then?” She shudders. “He’ll be drunk and the things he does when he’s drunk…”
I crack my neck to ease the tension. “We’ll still come for you. His days of hurting you both are over.”
“Della’s pink cat,” Scout rumbles, crouching beside us as he takes one of her hands in his. “It’s in your room.”
Landry frowns at him. “What?” She blinks several times studying him. “Why would you do that? How?”
“One of your maids was going into your building and Sully stopped her,” Scout tells her. “She was glad to help.”
“But why would one of the maids do something so reckless for a pink stuffed animal? What if Dad finds out or she confesses?”
“She won’t. We paid her a lot of money for her assistance,” Sully says. “Leo guaranteed her safety. She’ll be okay.”
“All for a cat?” She shakes her head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to. We’re coming for you anyway. But, just in case you run into any problems, there’s a surprise for you in it. In case you need it.” He kisses her knuckle. “Won’t be long, prickly princess.”
Someone bangs on the locked door. Landry jolts upright, shooting a terrified look toward the sound. Scout rises to his feet and limps over to it.
“What?” he bellows through the door.
“Incoming, man. He’s on a warpath.”
Fuck.
Thank God we have Ty on our side. I hate to say it, but he’s actually kind of cool. His loyalty is to Landry, and consequently us.
“Use the back door because he’s coming to this one,” Ty warns. “Landry, I hope you’re ready to deal with this.”
She shakily stands, nervously smoothing out her dress. I notice the wet spot on the back of her dress from where she was sitting and hope like fuck her dad doesn’t see it.
“Hurry,” she says to us. “Leave before he gets here.”
Scout kisses her, leans his forehead to hers, and then leaves without another word. Sully envelops her in a tight hug and a chaste kiss to her lips. He stalks out of the room after our brother. I linger long enough to memorize the lovely pout of her lips and the exact hue of red on her cheeks. Our mouths fuse together for a hungry kiss until someone beats on the door.
“Landry. You in there?”
She shudders at the sound of her dad’s voice.
“Laundry,” I whisper, cradling her jaw. “Look at me.”
Her eyes bore into mine.
“I love you, baby. After tonight, that motherfucker won’t ever touch you. You’ll never have to see him again. Understood?”
“Y-yes,” she murmurs, nodding. “I love you, too.”
It takes everything in me to tear my body from hers. Anger consumes me from head to fucking toe. I slip out of the room and into a hallway where my brothers are waiting. The next several hours are going to be the longest goddamn ones of my entire life.
“This fucking sucks,” I snap and turn toward the exit doors. “Let’s go before I change my mind and go back in there to break that sick asshole’s neck.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Landry
I’m buzzing.
High from their touch and taste and growly voices.
If I had more time, I’d savor it. I’d sink into a chair, curl my knees up to my chest, and replay the last hour or so of bliss I had with my guys.
I don’t have time.
Dad is here and, based on his increasingly urgent pounding on the door, he’s losing it.
Sucking in a calming breath, I exhale, and then make my way to the door. Once I’ve unlocked it, I open it, unable to look him in the eyes for fear he’ll see right into my brain.
Some secrets need to stay hidden.
Some secrets belong just to me.
“What have you done?” Dad growls, grabbing on to my shoulders and shaking. “Answer me!”
I stare at his fake busted lip, refusing to make eye contact. His boxing gloves are gone, and he digs his fingers into my flesh, no doubt bruising me. The scent of liquor hangs thick in the air.
“Go find your sister and then we are leaving.” He releases me and takes a step back. “I can barely look at you.”
Good.
I hope I disgust him.
And, after tonight, I won’t have to look at him anymore, either.
Slipping out the door, I make my way back to the party on wobbly legs. Ty is sitting on a chair near where I left him while Della climbs all over him messing with him from his feathered hat to his quiver of arrows. From far away, because of her wolf costume, she looks like an overgrown puppy.
She’s having so much fun. I hate to have to ruin this night for her.
“Everything go okay?” Ty asks, studying my expression.
“He’s making us leave.” I chew on my bottom lip. “I saw them. I…I…I wish they could take me with them right now.”
Ty tickles Della and she rolls away from him before finding something else to interest her. He stands, taking my hand.
“I know, but just stick to the plan. It’ll all be over soon.” He bends down and pecks me on the cheek. “Stay strong.”
One of Dad’s security guards shows up, scowling at me. “Mr. Croft is waiting in the limo for you and your sister.”
Right.
Time to face the music.
Let the countdown begin.
* * *
Della’s hands move a mile a minute as she tells me about the friends she made, the food she ate, and how Ty isn’t a dummy like Sparrow. It warms my heart how much she enjoyed herself. I’m once again thankful for Ty and his friendship. He’s a good guy and one day he’ll make a woman—just not this woman—very happy.
Dad sits on the other side of the limo, downing mini liquor bottles one after the other. I’m hoping he’ll get shitfaced enough he’ll just pass out. I’ll deal with tomorrow when it comes, but I’d love to take a hot shower and curl up in bed, reminiscing about my seeing my guys.
As soon as we arrive at our building, I scramble out of the limo with Della. Dad remains behind. We hurry inside and make it onto the elevator, not waiting for our father. Eventually, I manage to get Della into our apartment and convinced to take off her wolf costume.
Still no Dad.
I think I dodged a bullet.
Only a few more hours…
After running Della a bath, I find her some pajamas and lay them on her bed. I want to change out of my costume, but that might mean running into Dad. I hide out in her bathroom, helping her wash her hair and get it all brushed out. Usually Sandra helps with these things. Tonight, I gladly take on the task.
I want to see Sully, Della signs after brushing her teeth.
I frown and reply back, Me too.
Sparrow is a dummy but he can beat Dad up for us. Della grins like this is the best idea she’s ever had. And Scout can make us pancakes every day forever!
Her excitement is catching. I wish I could give this happiness to her. Where every day is pancakes and silliness and chasing around Heathen.
We’ll be back with them soon, I promise her. I miss them.
She hugs me and my heart melts. Della is feisty a lot of the time, but at her core, she’s sweet and loving. This kid deserves a much better life than the one she was dealt. Dad alluded to her not being his kid, which explains a lot about his treatment toward her. I wish Mom were around to ask her who the real father is. Maybe if we knew, we’d have a chance of him helping us on our quest to escape.
Of course, it could be wrong.
Dad could be lying or just assuming.
Until I know for sure, I can’t do anything about it.
I’m still a mess from being ravaged by the triplets. I need to shower desperately. Dad returned some of my clothes to me and all of my bedding this week. If it weren’t for that stuff being in my room, I’d shower in my sister’s bathroom.
My life isn’t that easy.
I’ll have to risk being seen.
Time for bed, Della, I sign to my sister. Love you.
I love you too.
I kiss the top of her head that smells like her lavender shampoo and finally make my exit I’d been putting off for far too long.
The house is quiet which makes me breathe a little easier. I’m just heading into my bedroom when I bump into someone coming out.
“Oh,” Noel cries out. “So sorry. I was just looking for you. Your father has sent everyone home for the weekend. Do you need anything before I leave?”
“Everyone?” A cold, oily feeling washes over me. “Even his security?”
She nods, her lips pursing. “I can stay, but he wasn’t exactly in the best mood.” Noel glances down the hall and then back at me. “Will you be okay?”
“I have to be.”
Her brows furl and she gives me a knowing smile. “I made up your bed. I believe Della left one of her toys in your room. A pink cat.” She pauses, glances past me and then bores her gaze into me. “Be careful.”
