“Hadley!” Psycho growls from the doorway, causing me to jump. She gets up and walks over to him, not appearing afraid of him, and rubs her fingers over the hair covering his jaw.
He continues to growl.
“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”
“Massimo.” She whimpers as he wraps an arm around her back and pulls her against his chest.
“The Bonetti brothers are all very possessive men. I don’t know about your men, but with ours it’s a dominant family trait.” Bella whispers to me.
I nod in agreement because that is something I identify with.
“Mine are the same. They share me with each other, but anyone other than them would die if they touched me.”
Psycho looks over Hadley’s head at us with a scowl that I’m beginning to wonder if it’s permanent.
“The party's over, ladies. Downstairs. The triplets have questions for Bella.”
Psycho and Hadley leave, and I ask, “Is he going to hurt her?”
Bianca shrugs before answering.
“Yes? No? Yes. He’s going to cut her. I’m sure of it.”
The panic in my eyes must be obvious as Bella explains what Bianca meant.
“It will be consensual. They are into knife play. He will be careful and make sure she’s safe. Psycho is a psycho, but he loves her and would never risk losing her. None of our men are violent with us.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Bianca loops her arm in mine and tugs me closer to her.
“I’m so happy you’re here. This is so much better than talking through vents.”
I laugh as I remember our first conversations in the asylum, when I sat on the floor talking to her through the vent in my room.
“And look at us now. Neither of us was crazy.”
She shakes her head as we walk to the stairs.
“You’re crazier than the Mad Hatter, baby girl, but I love you anyway.”
I roll my eyes at her words because I don’t think I’m crazy. I never have.
“Sure. You’re the one with the emotional support cockroach, but I’m crazy.”
Holding her hand over her heart, she gasps in shock, but I know she can’t genuinely be surprised.
“You’re just jealous. Don’t worry, I love Marie, but you haven’t lost the best friend status. Yet.”
She says and walks over to Raven, who is quick to take her into his arms.
Carter motions for me to come to him. When I get close to him, he pulls me onto his lap and wraps his arms around my waist. I press my hands over his as his brothers watch with sheer panic. They both jump up, ready to intervene, and Carter looks at them both.
“Sit down. She’s fine.”
Their panicked expressions turn to confusion as they retake their seats on the sofa. Not a word is spoken, but they watch closely. And I know they will continue to. I love this about my men. My safety is always of the utmost importance. It’s as if having me in their sights makes them breathe a little easier.
Ditto boys.
