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My mom and I used to spend hours treasure hunting. She made a game out of it when I was a kid. For as long as she could avoid saying we were buying me clothes here because we had no choice, we were treasure hunting like the adventurers she read to me about. But even when I finally understood, I’d insist on coming back to find treasures.
And I always did.
Elliot grabs my hand a little too forcefully when I jump out of the car.
“You seriously need to control your jealousy over him—” I’m cut off by Ethan grabbing my other hand just as tightly.
“For real?” I huff as they start walking toward the entrance and I’m forced to follow. “Can I get one of them back?”
Their simultaneousnois one of those things they do that makes butterflies flap their wings in my stomach.
“I feel like a child being dragged somewhere by their parents,” I giggle as we walk past the door and into the warehouse holding thousands of donated items. It smells of dust in here, and I kind of love it. Just because it’s familiar and reminds me of my mom and I being here.
“Do you often think of us as your two daddies?” Elliot laughs.
“I bet she does. Especially when she’s sucking our cocks.”
“Ugh, shut up.”
A woman not far looks at us with wide eyes. Her gaze drops to both my hands being held by two different men and she shakes her head.
I attempt to pull out of their holds, but there’s not much I can do when I’m gripped by two men twice my size.
“Ma’am.” Ethan nods his head, but Elliot isn’t done making my life a living nightmare.
“She looks confused. Jade, help her out. Tell her we both fuck you.”
The woman gasps, and my own eyes round. “Elliot!” I hiss.
Why am I even trying to keep face in front of a random woman? She’s the one judging us, after all.
“What? We do.” He laughs and finally lets go of my hand. “Alright, my love. Get anything you want.”
Ethan lets me go too, and I’m off like a kid running to their presents on Christmas morning. The warehouse is huge, with mountains of clothes piling up and aisles of shelves from floor to ceiling.
Ethan walks behind me, giving me space but keeping an eye on me. When I stop by a rack holding what looks like fifty black hoodies with different patterns I know the three of us would love, I jump with excitement. I grab one for me. It’s black with a white smiley face that has two crosses instead of eyes. I chuckle to myself, knowing it matches the band-aids we have at home.
I pause.
Home?
Is that what I think of the brothers’ house now? That messy place where my clothes are scattered between two rooms, where I have no space in the bathroom whatsoever for my cosmetics and everything I use for my skincare routine. Where I get on my knees for two men I love, where I watch my favorite movies and listen to punk rock and metal bands all day long.
Yeah.
That’s home.
Smiling to myself, I grab another hoodie. One black one for Ethan that has a giant white death ripper. In blood red at the top it says,painted with the blood of my victims.
I want to laugh at how accurate this is.
I take one last one off the rack for Elliot. A simple black hoodie of the band Slipknot. Their name written in huge white letters.
“I love them too.”
I turn around to find a young man, about my age, with bright blond hair and a killer smile.
Shit, that really is akillersmile. I find myself grinning back, just because it’s that contagious.
