“I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll do my best.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
THE HEATHEN
After dinner, Bella told us to follow her upstairs, and I could spot how uncomfortable my men were with the idea. They prefer when they have their eyes on me, but eventually they relented when I promised I’d be fine.
We enter a second living room which reminds me of the safe house. None of them have mentioned being upset about the loss of it, but I have wondered if they are pissed about it. It wasn’t a cheap house. If it weren’t for my family, we never would’ve needed to leave—if it weren’t for my family, we never would’ve been there at all. The guilt gnaws at me, knowing everything I’ve cost them, and it’s only going to get worse. I’ve thought a lot about just surrendering to my father to save them. It’s selfish that I haven’t, because simply thinking of one day without them is crushing. Every day, I say to myself, Tomorrow. I just need one more day. When tomorrow comes, I say the same thing again because it’ll never be enough. I’ll always want one more day with them.
We take a seat on the cozy-looking, cream-colored sofa. I sit between Bella and Bianca, while Hadley sits on the far end.
There’s an aquarium on the left side of the room but I don’t see any creatures in it.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
Bianca beams with a one word answer.
“Marie.”
I stare blankly, and Bella giggles.
“Her emotional support cockroach that she rescued from the asylum.”
Taking a closer look, I spot the cockroach moving inside and shake my head. I remember her holding a cockroach in her hand the day they killed the doctor.
“Three men?” Bella squeals as the other two laugh.
Bianca joins in and says, “You really have sex with all three of those hotties?”
My cheeks heat as I cover my face with my hands.
“Yes. All three of them.”
Hadley giggles as she shakes her head.
“Is there jealousy? If Psycho tried to share me, the other men wouldn’t make it out alive. He gets pissed if another man even looks at me.”
I shrug my shoulders as I try to explain.
“There isn’t any jealousy. They are all very different even though they’re triplets. I get something special from all of them. It’s strange for sure, but I couldn’t imagine life without any of them—I wouldn’t want to. We are a family, and yes, they share me, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t matter to them. They would do anything for me.”
Bianca grabs my hand, clearly noticing how defensive I am.
“Oh honey. We aren’t judging. It’s just wild to us because our men are so different. I’m so glad you’re happy. You deserve it after everything you’ve been through.”
Bella giggles, a high-pitched sound, and says, “We listen and don’t judge—out loud.”
She places her hand on my thigh and continues.
“Kidding. Totally kidding. We aren’t judging you. We have all had hard, traumatic lives, and you should take happiness wherever you can find it. If that’s three men, go for it. I almost wish I had done that before Nico.”
She leans in and whispers as if she’s afraid someone could be listening.
“Three men all giving you orgasms. Six hands. Three cocks. One for each hole. Lucky bitch.” She sighs audibly.
Hadley states the obvious and I smile because I agree. Completely.
“Let’s not forget all three of them are hot.”
