Page 43 of Insane Obsession

“Yes, sleep, sweetheart.” I brush my lips over his forehead.

Bran joins us on the couch next to Finn, covering us with a warm blanket.

“And now we wait,” B says.

Finn has fallen back asleep.

“He’d better make it quick,” my brother grumbles. “I’m horny and tired. Not sure about the order. Fuck me, these past two days have been non-stop. Never thought I would actually be looking forward to Christmas and doing nothing for a day or two.”

I hum my agreement. Last night felt like an eternity, but we finally captured what we wanted. Then today felt like some sweet victory, shopping with Finn and spoiling our flower.

And after tonight, we will cut the weeds that torment his life and set him free within our boundaries.

Free to do what his passion whispers in his heart.

“Castor?” Bran asks drowsily. He is sprawled against Finn’s back.

“Hmm?”

“Wake me up when something happens, okay?”

“Hmm.” But my own eyes flutter shut as well, and then…nothing.

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RINGO

Castor wakes me with a rough push, eyes dancing with excitement. “Wake up, B!”

A piercing sound fills the room.

Rubbing my eyes, I look around. “What the fuck is that?”

“That, my friend, is our brand new Tapod security system. I wasn’t sure if the alarm would actually go off, but damn…” Castor shakes his head, then grabs the remote and starts flicking through the camera material on the screen. “Where is that little shithead…”

The halls of the asylum are empty. And that fucking noise keeps on coming.

“The alarm didn’t activate when our flower was here the first time, did it?” I shout over the noise.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Castor’s tongue sweeps his lip as he eyes the screen in concentration. “It’s not the asylum.”

“What time is it anyway?” I look around. “Where’s Finn?”

“He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound. I told him to go and get freshened up.”

“Well, I’ll follow his example.”

“There.” Castor snarls. “Gotcha, motherfuckers.”

I sit my ass back down.

The alarm switches off as the screen lights up with four figures marching through the forest. Fucking finally. I grab the hoodie and sweatpants I wore earlier today. Shower forgotten.

My brother fistbumps the air. “It seems like our man has some friends after all. Sweet. All the more for us.”

David, Levi, Jess, and Lea are strolling outside onourland.

“They went home, got changed, and came back,” I mutter. Even David has put on different clothes, and his face is covered with bandages.

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