My car is parked on the street not fifty feet from the entrance of the building, giving me a prime view of when she exits. This almost seems too easy.
I’ve already scoped out the location of the restaurant. They don’t have a valet service, but they do have an alleyway that’s used for dropping off affluent clients. It’s private and quiet, however, not at all secure. I’ll make sure to haul ass over there so I can beat her there.
Then, when she’s not expecting it.
Surprise, sis.
I’m back.
Come to claim what’s mine…you.
She stalls, chatting with the doorman. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I tug it out and discover messages from Sparrow and Scout in our group text.
Sparrow: She’s bawling her eyes out!
Sully: What happened?
Sparrow: I don’t know. Trying to figure that out now.
Sparrow: She wants to see me. Fuck.
Sully: I’m on my way there.
I stare at their exchange, pissed that I wasn’t included on this rescue mission. It’s because they’re obsessed with her. They don’t want to fucking share.
Glancing up, I take one long look at Ash, trying to decide what I’m going to do. This is the best opportunity I’ve had in the past year. Am I really going to give it up to see what’s going on with Landry? To make sure I’m not being squeezed out?
“Fuck,” I growl, putting the vehicle in drive.
I peel away from the curb and slowly drive past where Ash is standing. She turns just as I’m driving by and sees me staring at her. The color bleeds from her face. Her entire body tenses.
With two fingers to my brow, I give her a salute and keep driving. My heart is pounding like a drum in my chest. Everything screams in me to pull a U-turn in the middle of the road to go back for her. To drag her into my car and strap her to the seat beside me.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
But Landry is also mine. She made that abundantly clear when she came all over my fingers. When she liked the brutality of my touch and whimpered so prettily. Knowing Sparrow and Sully are trying to keep her all for themselves is infuriating. Stingy pricks.
The entire drive to the Croft residential building I replay the tightness of Landry’s cunt, the taste of her juices, the sound of her moans. By the time I arrive, my dick is obscenely hard in my black jeans. I rub at my erection over the denim, trying to ease the need to come.
Out of time.
I can either rub one out with the valet watching, or I can see what Sully is getting up to with our girl. The valet man does a double take, frowning in confusion at me. Pulling out a wad of cash, I shove it in his hand.
“You’re not seeing double. You’re just tired. Keep it close by for me.”
He nods, eyes widening at the money. “Sure thing, man.”
I leave him to it and prowl inside the building. Keeping my head low, I avoid any people on the way to the elevator. My phone buzzes again.
Sully: She’s a wreck, man. Her lip is split. She went to grab her shoes and then we’re going to the gym here in the building so I can talk to her about what happened. I’ll keep you posted.
I quickly Google this building to learn which floor the gym is on. Once I locate it, I exit on that floor and make my way to the gym. There are a couple of people on the elliptical machines and stationary bikes, but the weight area, in a separate room, is empty. I slink past the people working and into the weight area to find a darkened corner behind a giant orange ball.
Now, all I need to do is wait.
Seconds later, Sully rounds the corner, Landry at his side, their hands linked together. Seeing them together like that lights a match inside me. It burns hot and fast, torching all thoughts but one.
Mine.
He sits down on a bench, straddling it, and urges her to sit in front of him, mirroring his position. Once she’s settled, he takes both her hands in his.
“Talk, honey. Tell me what happened.”
Her head is bowed, her hair hidden beneath the hood on her hoodie. I wish he’d push it back so I could see her face. I’m tempted to reveal myself just so I can see the shock in her pretty blue eyes reflected back at me.
“I’m just having a bad day.” Her bottom lip quivers. “A really bad day.”
“I can see that.” His voice is soft. So soft. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Sully speak to anyone that way. Interesting. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, her voice shaking.
“Honey,” Sully says, lifting her chin so she’s looking up at him, “you can. You’re hurt. You can trust me, remember?”