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A tiny raindrop hits my nose when I climb out of the golf cart and I grin. “Oh, I can’t wait to roll my Kitten in the mud,” I chuckle, holding my hand out and catching another one.
Shepp grunts, peeling his massive body out of the golf cart and huffs, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me through the house until we meet Jericho in the kitchen. He paces back and forth with his hands behind his back, almost looking constipated as he sinks into the depths of his demented brain. I like his brain. Sometimes, I want to lick it when he comes up with his devious plans.
Not tonight, though. I immediately go to my stash and pull out a large dill pickle, biting into it. The bitter taste invades my taste buds, and I hum, taking another bite. With one hand, I pour myself a glass of orange juice and chug.
‘What's your plan?’ Shepp signs, looking at the three skull masks sitting on the kitchen counter.
Oh, I didn’t see those before. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and grin, knowing exactly where my demented brother’s head has gone. A giddy feeling envelops me when I bite into my pickle again.
Finally, Jer stops his pacing and slams his hands down on the counter with a serious expression. A normal person might piss their pants at the darkening look taking hold of him. But I grin more and lick my lips, loving the sensation of goosebumps prickling my flesh.
Oh, yes. This is going to be so damn good. Even my dick agrees as he hardens. That’s it Big A, we’re going Kitten hunting.
Jer sets his phone down with the app I gave him access to. The red dot blinks down the road, getting closer and closer to our house.
"What the hell took her so long?" I question noting the time of 11:30 p.m.
What was she doing? Who was she speaking to? And why was she away from this place for so long without me by her side?
"We'll find out. We'll figure everything out. From here on out, Journey goes nowhere alone. She's going to be locked to us until she tells us what the fuck she's up to. I'm tired of wondering why she's meeting him in the dark."
Jer’s father. The bastard.
I grin more when a truly unhinged look possesses Jericho, taking hold of him.
She's so fucked. By our dicks. She'll tell us everything by tomorrow. I feel it in my boner.
The fancy keys dangle from my fingers as I make my way through the silent house. Correction—mansion. This place is fucking massive. Impressive, too. I could probably get lost if I’m not careful. I wish they had handed me a map or something. There’s so much more to explore. I’ve only seen the upstairs in my short time here. There’s like fifteen doors up there, holding god knows what behind them. Bedrooms? Torture rooms? A sex room? I shiver at the thought of that. An image of Arrow chaining me to his bed springs to mind, but I shake it away. I don’t have time for sex thoughts right now. Especially when my vibrator is still missing. My eyes dart around, gazing at the opulence around me.
Lucky for me, the lunatic mafia men aren't back yet. Thank God. If they discover my little adventure, they might have something to say about it. Especially Jericho. I grin, swinging the keys again. My new favorite activity is riling the man up. The way my pulse accelerates when he’s near or when he gives me that look with narrowed eyes like he can’t stand the sight of me. Fuck. It makes me wetter than it should. And pissed off, too. Maybe I want him to discover I’ve been traipsing around Briar Cove all night. Then, I can get a repeat of the other night with his bow. Well, not all night. My eyes lock on the time. Just after eleven thirty. So, only a few hours have passed since I stole his vehicle. I may have sat in my trailer longer than I thought, absolutely losing my shit after seeing my monster. He always leaves me shaking in my boots after an unexpected visit. One day, he’s taking Sunny off the transplant list, and the next, he’s putting her back on. It’s an emotional rollercoaster, keeping me on my toes.
But I’d like to get off the ride now, thanks.
I blow out a breath, attempting to erase what happened tonight. I had one win—my sister’s health. She’s back on top, and I’m onto another mission. Despite these fuckers, I’ll win and report back whatever is necessary.
As I make my way through the massive living room, probably bigger than my entire trailer park, my mind wanders back to Jericho. Maybe he won’t notice I stole his car. I did cover it back up with the tarp he had over it and parked it where I found it. Who am I kidding? The man probably has fifty alarms on it that go straight to his phone. Or maybe he’s watching me from the cameras everywhere. I knew there was some kind of game he was playing. A cute little game of cat and mouse. Well, I’m no mouse. I’m a goddamn predator. And this predator is fucking starving after today’s events.
Making my way into the kitchen, I stop at the fridge and collect the meal Shepp left me.
Eat.
I smile at the note sitting on the food. That brooding silent man is the bossiest of them all. Ever since I stepped foot in this house, he’s stuffed food—and other delicious things—down my throat. I think he’s trying to fatten me up. But I don’t mind. I’d eat his food twenty-four-seven without complaint.
He mentioned to me before he left that there was some food in here for me. What a gentleman. Pulling it out of the fridge, I take the top off the container and my eyes turn into hearts. Lasagna. Fucking hell. This man. I might marry him if he keeps making me delicious meals.
I pop it into the microwave, and once it’s heated up, I stuff my face like I’m starved. Which I am. A heavy night of emotions will do that to a girl. And what better way to quell that hunger than shoving carbs down my throat?
My eyes squeeze shut when the flavors explode on my tongue, and my monster’s words haunt the ever-living shit out of me. That’s nothing new, though. His voice lives in the back of my mind through everything I do, tormenting me forever. Just like he wanted.
Now, I have to spy on the very men who kidnapped me. It shouldn’t be too hard. I kind of despise them. Because, hello! They kidnapped me from jail. Forced me to sign a ridiculous contract that won’t hold up in court and then handcuffed me to them. So, yeah. I’ll gladly spy. But they might keep me on their good side with this damn food. God, it tastes so damn good. I shovel more into my mouth, humming at the flavor filling my tongue. Once I’ve had my fill of lasagna, which tastes oddly familiar, I put my plate in the sink and rinse it off.
“Time to explore,” I murmur to no one as I listen to the silence of the house. I swear it creaks and groans against the light wind picking up outside. Shit. Peeking out the window, rain beats down against the glass. Perfect timing, then. Wherever the boys are, maybe it’ll slow them down as I tear this place apart. “Time to find my shit.” My teeth clench so hard, I swear I’m going to crack them.
They touched my stuff. They took it from me. Now, I’m taking it back.
Exploring the boys’ mansion has my heart pounding in a frenzy as I’ve gone room to room, attempting to beat the clock. I expected torture rooms with chains and bloodied knives or something. All I’ve found so far is boring bedrooms, an office that had jack shit in it—minus the safe I couldn’t break into—and a humongous library I’m going to scour when I have free time. Although, they probably won’t have my favorite author’s books. I’m finally done with my turkey shifters and next on my list is her mafia romance that’s an omegaverse. How delicious is that? I’m all for knots and heats. Plus a badass omega who is in charge of the mafia? Bring on the growly alphas, especially the deranged one.
So maybe if I give in a little and be the best behaved captive they’ve ever seen, they’ll buy me some books. Or let me go. That’s all I want. What I wouldn’t give to just dive in a book and never return to this reality. Maybe I’ll extend this job just a little bit more than usual. Oh, sorry monster asshole, they aren’t giving me anything. They're perfect angels. That way I can eat, sleep, and read without having to worry. Even though I hate their guts for forcing me into this situation. But I hate my monster more. They’re the lesser of two evils. Besides, they give me orgasms. So, I’ll hang here, lazily do my job, and figure out where I can go after this.
