“Your boyfriend says hi.” His tone is cold. “So sweet of him to check in on you.”
Boyfriend.
Oh God.
I told Ford not to message me. Why would he message me?
“Dad,” I whimper. “I’m sorry.”
He shuts me up when he starts replying to the text. I have no idea what he’s saying or what’ll happen now. My life feels over. Collapsing in on my head. I want to die.
“Mr. Constantine will be here around six tomorrow to pick you up for your date.”
I gape at him in a mixture of relief and confusion. “What?”
“This stunt you pulled today will never happen again. I will not have my daughter’s reputation on the line because she likes sneaking off, but this arrangement with the Constantine family needs to happen. You’ll see the young man and charm him like I know you’re perfectly capable of doing. That will be your only focus. No more distractions.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pockets the phone again before cupping my cheek. I wait for a strike but nothing comes. Somehow that feels worse.
“I’m going to find out what you were up to. Your lies are transparent, sweetheart. When I discover what you’re hiding, we’ll determine your punishment from there. Until then, you’re to stay in this room until your date with Mr. Constantine.”
Not fully trapped.
I have Ty.
My last hope.
If I can get him to help me, I’ll be able to leave this hellhole once and for all. At least now, being banished to my room, it gives me time to come up with a solid plan.
I have to.
The alternative is too terrifying.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sully
The front door of our apartment slams hard enough a picture slides off my wall. There’s only one asshole who flings doors shut like he’s trying to break them. But that doesn’t make sense because Sparrow should be at school. With a groan of irritation, I climb off my bed, throw on a pair of sweats, and make my way into the living room to see what has his panties in a wad.
Scout and the devil cat are sitting together in one of the recliners like a king and his favorite pet planning world domination. Sparrow is standing at the front door looking like a man with his dick in a vise.
“What the hell is your problem?” I ask Sparrow as he tosses his book bag into the floor.
His hair is mussed up like someone’s been running their fingers through it. If he weren’t so unhappy, I’d be pissed thinking about how he got his hair like that.
Sparrow storms over to the other recliner and falls into it. His features are twisted into a scowl that reminds me of when we were younger and he didn’t get his way. He’s fucking pouting.
“Dude,” I grind out. “Are you going to tell us what’s up or make us guess?”
He rubs his palm over his face, sniffs, and then flashes me a smug smile. I clench my jaw, glancing over at Scout. Scout’s watching Sparrow with an unreadable expression. Something brews in his dark eyes—anger, violence, jealousy.
I feel all three of those like a punch to the gut.
“So I was with Landry,” Sparrow says, his smile fading. “I took her for a ride and parked somewhere private. Things got hot and heavy. I was trying to make up for what you did.” He glowers at Scout. “One thing led to another and then we were fucking.”
The room goes completely silent. Even Heathen stops purring.
He fucked her? He fucked Landry? Seriously?
“You fucked her?” I hiss, fisting my hands at my sides. “Why?”
Sparrow sneers at me. “She’s our job.”
Scout makes a derisive snort. Though he’s apathetic about a lot of things, his attempt at boredom doesn’t work. Not with this. I can tell he’s just as mad as me.
Sparrow then goes into detail of everything that happened this morning from him picking her up to dropping her back off at campus. The smiles, the moments they shared, the hot sex. By the end of it, I want to ram my fist through his nose.
“Now, I don’t know what’s going to happen with her dad,” Sparrow complains. “I don’t know when I’ll see her again.”
“I’ll see her tonight.” I smirk when he shoots me a nasty glare. “Maybe if you’d have kept your dick in your pants and stayed at school like the job required, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Crossing my arms, I look down at him, watching the vein in his neck pulsate with fury. “I’ll make sure she comes this time.”
“She fucking came,” Sparrow growls. “And if you touch her—”
“You’ll what?” I snap, throwing my arms in the air. “Tell her you’ve been lying to her? That you’re just one third of the person she likes? Didn’t think so.”
Sparrow flies to his feet, bringing his nose to mine. “If you touch her or speak of that shit, I’m going to beat your ass, Sull. You know I can.”