10. Thats not a napkin in Dads pocket
Chapter 10
That's not a napkin in Dad's pocket
Ariana
D ad can call Luca whatever the hell he wants to, but he’s a fucking babysitter.
We haven’t had a babysitter in years. Not full-time, at least. A day or a week here and there, maybe, but after I got my license, we begged not to have one of the guys with us. Made a presentation and pled our case.
When that didn’t work, we were as annoying as possible until Mom and Dad broke. Everyone broke. It was a beautiful thing, really. We felt bad, but only a little bit. Mostly, we felt free. Sure, there’s still the trackers, so most of what we do isn’t exactly a secret, but it’s close enough for us most of the time. And when it’s not… well, that’s what Bruce is for.
Lil storms down the hallway toward Mom and Dad’s room, the sugar rush from all the candy we ate after dinner making her extra ballsy. By the time I catch up to her, she’s already knocking on their door.
“Mom.” Knock. “Moooom.” Knock, knock, knock. “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom.” She raps her knuckles against the wood with every repetition.
I interrupt her after about fifteen. “I bet she’s cleaning herself up after getting railed by Dad.”
Her hand freezes in the air, and she turns to glare at me. “Why must you put that image into my head?”
“I didn’t say you had to imagine it, Lilith. Ew. The fuck?” I cringe in horror as Mom opens the door. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is a mess, and she’s fixing her t-shirt. If all that didn’t make things obvious, her panties are on the floor behind her.
I grin at Lil.
Huffing, she unwraps the chain from her wrist and hands it over to me. “Motherfucker.”
“Literally. Dude fucks our mom.” I nod my head toward Dad as he casually picks up Mom’s panties and shoves them in his pocket.
“Stop reminding me!” Lil growls at me and pounces. Her fingers catch me in the ribs, tickling me and making me screech like a banshee. I fall to the floor and try to slither away, but she sits on my ass to hold me in place. Wiggling like a worm does nothing to dislodge her.
“Told you they’d try and convince you to change my mind, my love,” Dad says from somewhere above us.
“Mmm. So you did. Go on, don’t leave Luca waiting. I’ll deal with these two troublemakers.”
I blow some hair out of my face and squirm some more.
One of Dad’s bark-like laughs rings out. “Troublemakers? They’re clearly hooligans.”
“I prefer ‘scoundrels,’ myself,” Lil says.
Giving up, I fold my arms and rest my head on them. “Scalawags has a nice ring to it.”
Dad’s shoes move into my line of sight. “If I don’t see you girls again tonight, I love you both. And good luck, your mom’s on board with this plan.”
“We love you, too. And we’re still going to try!” I feel Lil shrug.
“Fuck yes, we do. And fuck yes, we are.” I give him a thumbs up.
Chuckling, Dad strolls away.
Lil hops up and quickly moves out of my reach.
Smart girl.
“Mom, please don’t make us take Luca everywhere we go,” she begs.
I sit up and fidget with the locket. It’s covered in scratches, and the finish has dulled after years of me rubbing it between my fingers. “I’m not happy about it either, but maybe it’s not the worst idea in the world,” I say. When Lil mean mugs me with an exaggerated eyebrow raised, I shrug, then look up at Mom. “But the bedtime, really?”
“Why are we still in the hallway for this discussion?”
“Because your room smells like sex.” Lil wrinkles her nose and plops down next to me.
“That’s because they just had sex in there,” I say in an exaggerated whisper. This time, I lunge for Lil before she can attack me.