All we can do is wait and hope for the best.
But Landry is safe and that’s all that fucking matters.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Landry
A bloodcurdling scream wakes me up.
My scream.
It’s been days since…the incident, and I’ve had nightmares ever since. I spend my waking hours worrying about Scout and what he’s done to try to protect me while each night I’m dragged into horrible dreams with my father.
In my dreams, he always wins.
Sully’s hold around my middle tightens and he buries his face in my hair. Sparrow, on my other side, presses reassuring kisses to my lips. I hate that this nighttime screaming is a new normal for them. When they first started, it freaked them out. Sparrow was ready to drag me kicking and screaming to the hospital. Now, they’re used to it.
“You’re safe. Here with us,” Sparrow reminds me. “Della is safely sleeping in Scout’s bed with Heathen.”
Even though I know this, my body does relax at his words. Knowing we beat the monster is something I’ll never fully believe. Like at any moment, he’ll pop around the corner and take us back home.
“I need to go home,” I croak out.
Sully’s palm splays over my stomach and he digs his fingers in the flesh. Sparrow utters the same word he always says. No.
“Not to live there,” I huff, irritation at their overprotectiveness chasing away the last of the fear that was pumping through my veins. “I need to look for something.”
“Just tell us what you need,” Sully says. “One of us will go get it.”
I extricate myself from between them and climb off the bed. I’ve barely had time to warm up the shower water and step inside before my two stalkers join me. It’s like now that Scout is sitting in a jail cell, awaiting trial, they’ve taken over his duties in our relationship too. I know they mean well, but sometimes they suffocate me.
“What do you need?” Sparrow demands. “Clothes? Shoes? Something for Della?”
“Nothing like that.” I want to turn away from his probing stare, but then I’ll just be looking into Sully’s. I can’t escape them when they’re like this. “It’s something that might could help Scout’s case.”
Sparrow’s maple-syrup eyes narrow and he studies me as Sully starts lathering up my body with soap. I’m annoyed with them, but I don’t mind these showers with them. They do everything for me. Sparrow has a thing for shaving me—every part of me—because he’s a freak and Sully likes washing me.
“Help him how?” Sparrow asks. His fingers slide down to feel the prickliness on my pussy. Yep, he’s going to multitask. Converse and shave.
I give in, letting them pamper me, because I do enjoy their attentiveness. “I want in Dad’s safe. There has to be information in there.”
“Information on what?” Sully questions, tugging my hair so I’ll get it wet under the spray.
“I’m not sure. He just said some things to me and I want to know if there’s anything to back up what he said.”
They don’t answer me right away. Since they’re triplets, they have a strange way of silently communicating with each other. I know they’re mulling over the risks, which I appreciate, but I am at the point I’m going to find a way to go whether they like it or not. I’d rather have their blessing and assistance.
Sparrow, having freshly shaved my pussy, rubs his finger between my lips, looking for any missed hair and touches my clit. I gasp and shoot him a dirty look. His lips curl into a devious grin as he does it again.
This is why showers with them always take way too long, too. Sure, I don’t have to do anything, but it always—always—ends up with me getting tag-teamed by the both of them.
I try to focus on my thoughts. That lasts until Sparrow’s mouth is on me, sucking and biting. I lose all sense of reality, obliterated by how he worships my pussy lips while Sully pushes his cock into me from behind. It’s hard to tell where my body begins and where theirs ends since we move as one, writhing together in unison.
The water eventually turns to ice, ending our shower sexcapade, and I’m so thoroughly fucked Sparrow has to carry me out of the bathroom. I don’t forget my end goal, though.
I’m going home.
I’m going to get answers.
* * *
The house is a tomb. Literally. Both my parents died in our home. Without the staff working or Dad’s dark presence, it just feels…empty. I’m glad Della and I are out of here. She refused to go with us, which is understandable, so Sully took her school shopping instead to pick up some new things like a backpack and clothes. It’s just me and Sparrow on a hunt for clues.
I head straight for Dad’s laptop. I’ve seen him on it enough to have memorized his password which means there won’t be much of interest on it. Once I’ve unlocked it, I hand it to Sparrow to do some digging. My main purpose today is to get inside the safe. That’s one place I’ve never seen him do the code on which means I’m going to have to think long and hard what the code might be. The one time I actually attempted it, years ago, was an utter failure with horrible consequences.