23
“Oh, thank goodness,” I sighed in relief as Lev and Ezrah shuffled through the basement door with my luggage bag.
Nicolae said that Ezrah had gone to retrieve clean clothes for me, but I assumed he would only be an hour or two.
I’ve been stuck in here for practically the whole day, and Nicolae had to take me to the bathroom again.
Or at least it felt like the whole day because I have no phone to check the time and no windows to see where the sun is in the sky.
“You’ve been gone all day, and I’ve missed class. What have you been doing?”
“We found your note,” Ezrah said, looking a little morose and distant. “From your father.”
“Yeah, he wanted me to find a nice old photo of Leslie to put on her birthday cake or something?”
“And he couldn’t ask Leslie’s parents? You’d think they’d have the best collection of photos of their daughter,” he argued.
“I admit I was suspicious from the start,” I told him straight because I saw no point in hiding anything from them anymore. “After all, I think my father knew that Leslie was trying to kill him. But unfortunately, she got there first before he could provide evidence.”
Lev lay my luggage bag down beside me, and I immediately opened it and started pulling out clean clothing.
“Why didn’t he just divorce her. Maybe he was planning to.
The problem is, I can’t find any of this out because A.
I’m stuck here in this basement at Castlehill because of you assholes and B. because you assholes stole my phone.”
“So, we did a little digging on your stepmother,” Lev told me as I found a clean bra, a clean pair of panties, a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and whipped my top off, not giving a sit that I had an audience.
“That’s why we took longer, and because we were…
confronted by your friend, Mila, wondering where you were and Det.
Magone, who said he was about to make an arrest, but anyway… ”
“Really? Who?” They came armed with a ton of information that I was struggling to digest. Sitting on the mattress with the boys standing over me, swollen foot bound and aching, I unfastened my bra, exposing my breasts, and didn’t care that they were lusting over me.
“I lost my concentration,” Ezrah said, then, when I bundled my breasts into a fresh bra, Ezrah added, “Phew, my concentration is back.”
I slipped on a sweatshirt, then began unzipping my jeans. “You’ve gone silent,” I noticed.
“We’re waiting for the grand performance,” Ezrah stated as his mischievous eyes watched my hands closely go down to my panties. Biting my lip in a flirtatious manner, I slipped my fingers into the pockets of my jeans and slowly moved them down my thighs to tease.
I could only push them a short way before striking my bound foot, then I lay back on the pillow, batted my eyelashes, “What did you say, boys? Who is getting arrested?” I ran my hand over the crotch of my panties that I’d been wearing for the last two days, and it felt icky.
I pulled my panties down and found Ezrah’s gaze, then switched to Lev, whose mouth was parted, “Huh? Cat got ya tongue?” I teased, forking my clit with my fingers, and began massaging. “Hello? Who is getting arrested for the killing of poor Theo Abbott?”
“Er,” Lev grunted as his stare ran from my face to the place between my legs. “We don’t know yet.”
“Oh, so not you then, Ezrah? I thought you’d be at the top of the list,” I blurted as a sensation ran from my clit down my thighs, and I sighed as the boys were becoming aroused.
“I thought so too,” he agreed, “but I don’t think it’s me getting arrested, besides, I’m innocent.”
I snorted in amusement. “I saw you harass that poor boy in carriage D bathroom.”
“But you didn’t see me kill him,” he said in a steely tone. “And that is because I didn’t.”
I began to gyrate my hips as the impending orgasm snaked up and down my thighs. Ezrah stepped forward to join, but I quickly snapped, “Nope. Just watch me. I want you to watch me without touching me.”
It won’t be long before I have these two completely under my spell, little slaves to conduct my dirty work in the daytime, while fucking me at night.
The older brother might be more difficult to seduce, but he’ll succumb eventually.
I arched my back, poking out my chest as I pulled up my top and played with my nipple.
“Tell me about…” pant, pant, pant, sigh, “Leslie.”
Rocking in small movements, sighing, gasping, enjoying their delicious stares. Ezrah was struggling to contain himself, fists clenched, jaw pulsating, eyes running up and down my body. Whereas Lev stood coolly
“Um,” Lev cleared his throat, “yeah, we found information about Leslie dating a student called David Peter Gillespie. He played quarterback for Castlehill Kings back then, sweethearts, they were.” He paused, expecting me to know who that was.
“Yeah, and?” I panted as the orgasm built, and I had used all my strength not to beg one of them to fuck me as the urge to be filled up by one or both their cocks increased as the tide came in.
But I had to be in control, so I could put a collar on these pups and lead them around as my pets.
Tease, taunt until they’re butter in my hands.
“He’s employed by your father,” Lev continued as if he was waiting for the dime to drop, as if it should be obvious who he was.
“My father had many employees, so I don’t know who David Peter is, but he…” I slipped my fingers into my wet core, while laying my thumb over my clit, “vets everyone he hires. He’s very particular about who he allows into his business.”
“He’s not employed to work in the business,” Lev added, “He’s employed specifically by your father as his driver.”
“What? No. My father’s driver is Peter, and he’s married with grown kids and a wife,” I argued. “He's been my father’s driver for as long as I can remember. You’ve got the wrong person.”
I sat up and winced when my ankle throbbed after I accidentally twisted it, then began bouncing over my fingers, as Ezrah grunted and folded his arms across his chest to stop his naughty hands from touching me.
My short, sharp gasps filled the air as Lev shook his head and walked away, unable to handle watching me come into orgasm without his help. Just before the wave hit, I caught Lev taking his phone from his pocket, swiping several times before stepping back to me.
Just as my orgasm claimed my body, he held his phone in front of my face and asked, “Do you recognize this man?”
Light flashed behind my eyes as I contracted, breath hitched, muscles tensed before the flood reverberated through my body, and I gasped in exhilaration.
My eyes focused on the screen directly in front of my face, and as I exhaled and relaxed, I saw Peter, my father’s driver, as a young man, wearing football gear.
“That’s Peter,” I told him. “He picked me up from the train station and took me to see my father. He’s been my father’s driver and ally for…”
“Born David Peter Gillespie,” Lev filled me in, “and dated Leslie More.” As I slipped on my clean clothes, he found another pic and held his phone in front of my face, “Leslie More and David Peter Gillespie together at a charity event.” Without a doubt, it was they, Leslie and Peter, dressed in their best clothes that money could buy.
My head spun as I pulled my jeans back up and then stared at the wall, trying to digest this new information.
“Are you alright, Adina?” Lev asked softly, stroking my back awkwardly, trying to be tender, which was unnatural for him.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I just need to think this over. It sounds weird, but it feels like everything had been planned for this very outcome. Everyone was a player in her game, either by choice or inadvertently. Even you, the Warwicks, fell into stride to play your part without realizing.”
“Your father knew,” Ezrah said softly, shoving his big hands into his sweatpants pockets. “I reckon he knew. I reckon he found out about Peter and Leslie, but needed evidence, and that was where you came in.”
I nodded, “That was why he left a hidden note, so she couldn't find it, but…” I exhaled, “Why would she send me here if I was going to find her little secret?”
“Actually,” Lev started, “you wouldn’t have found out about David Peter unless you looked for it, and that is what your father wanted you to do.
It took me most of the day to piece it together, and I happened to stumble across that pic by accident.
” He fiddled with the collar of his T-shirt before adding, “It’s like your father’s note was a hidden help signal, or red flag that he hoped you would discover the secret. ”
I allowed his words to soak into my brain as everything started to make sense. “Guys, thanks for everything you have done, I really appreciate it, but I need to be alone right now to assimilate all of this information.”
“Sure,” Ezrah said glumly, not wanting to leave, but understanding that I needed some space. “If you need anything, just call…ah, wait, you can’t, you don’t have a phone.” He combed his fingers through his dark blond hair, “When was the last time you ate? I can bring you some food.”
“Huh?” I was a million miles away, “Oh, your brother has been bringing me food.” I pointed to a packet of trail mix. “I’m good, thanks.”
“We’ll come back later on,” Lev promised, but I was barely listening. He stood over me, bent down, and kissed me on the forehead, so sweetly, and it broke me out of my trance.
I watched them walk up the stairs to the door, and just as they were about to leave, I called after them, “Hey,” they turned back, “I don’t suppose you’re in the mood to cause a little trouble?”
Ezrah’s hand pressed against his chest, “I’m always in the mood for trouble.”
Whereas Lev needed more details, “What sort of trouble?”
“Well, we’ve got a funeral to go to in a few days,” I said as memories flashed behind my eyes of my father hanging from the ceiling, “so I was thinking about, you know, maybe taking back what I am owed.”