The thought of being in control of a situation, for once in my life, is gratifying. Empowered by that thought, I ignore them.
They say they like to play games.
Well, boys, I’ll play.
“So, Sparrow and I had sex today,” I say around a mouthful of fried rice.
Sparrow curses under his breath and Sully chokes on his food for a second. Scout doesn’t react, continuing to eat as though my revelation doesn’t bother him.
“He says I’m his,” I taunt, unable to stop now that I’ve started. “Is that true, Scout?”
Poke the beast, Landry. Terrific idea.
I’m so used to tiptoeing around the monster in my life, that these guys pale in comparison.
“Ours,” Scout clarifies, his nostrils flaring.
He’s not as apathetic as he’s trying to be.
“So how does this whole sharing thing work?” I continue with a saccharine smile sent Scout’s way. “Am I completely off-limits to Sparrow while you’re gone? Or are we just sleepover buddies who cuddle? What if Sully wants a piece? If there are rules to this stupid arrangement, I’m pretty sure we broke them. Oops.”
“Why are you doing this?” Sparrow demands, hurt shining in his maple eyes.
“Why not?” I shovel more food into my mouth, ignoring their intense stares.
“Yeah,” Sully chimes in. “What are the rules, because I’m pretty pissed that all I am in this situation is the fucking babysitter?”
“No one asked you to babysit,” I snap, glowering at him. “Maybe you three can schedule in who watches Della while the other two take turns tag-teaming me.”
Sparrow shoves his container away from him. “Enough. You’re just trying to rile us up and it won’t work.”
But it will.
They’re all getting pissed. I can see it all over their matching faces. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Each of them wants me all to themselves. I’m not a fucking pie you can cut into three sections and separate equally.
“I’m done eating. Scout? Is it your turn?”
“Stop,” Sparrow growls. “I said that’s fucking enough.”
“You’re not the boss,” I bite back, pointing at Sparrow. “Is he? Scout, are you the boss?”
“Honey,” Sully starts, his voice soft like he’s trying to calm me.
“I’m not your honey! I’m your stupid toy!” I yell in a mocking tone. “Take your turns! Use me up! Come on, Scout. It’s our turn to fuck!”
Push. Push. Push.
I crave to push all three of them right off the edge.
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All I wanted is for my little sister Della to be safe and happy. And maybe, in brief stolen moments, I dreamed of a happy ending for myself with a brown-eyed man. That hope has turned into sharp, bright fear. There's only survival now.
I'm the daughter of a controlling and cruel billionaire, so I understand about power. But I find myself fighting anyway. I find myself testing them.
I have claws and I bite. I’m not going down without a fight.
It's like I have a death wish.
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