Page 66 of The Trap

Placing my phone back in my pocket, I go to grab Raiden’s hand when loud moans sound from inside the shed.

“Um. Does Maddox know we’re coming?” she asks. From the sounds of it, someone inside the shed is either coming or dying. Knowing Maddox, there’s a high probability of both being the case.

“Yeah, he texted me saying the door’s unlocked.”

“Okay,” Raiden drags, not sounding convinced.

We both shrug, reaching for the doorknob at the same time, and immediately upon opening, we are met with Blair’s mouth lost between what looks to be from the blue hair, Delilah, but it’s hard to tell from this distance–and I’m trying not to gawk. But thankfully both of them are so into their moment they don’t hear either of us open the door.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt, stepping back from the doorway, my mouth is quickly covered by a gloved hand.

“You ready to die motherfucker,” a robotic voice – like the one used in the escape room– spews into my ear.

I hear Raiden scoff. “Oh please, Crane. Hands off him.”

Maddox drops his hand and the button controlling the concealed voice. “Come on, I was just playing,” he laughs, immediately stepping in front of us to quietly close the door. He steps to the side, looking in through the window, admiring Blair who – from the sounds of it – is close to getting Delilah off.

“Fuck,” Maddox groans, still staring –as he tends to do – at Blair. He takes out a pocketknife from his back pocket. “She’s going to love this,” he murmurs to himself eyeing the now extended blade.

“Okay,” Raiden interjects, “clearly, we interrupted whatever you two or three have going on here, so if you would be so kind as to delay being a creep for like two whole seconds and give us the product, we’ll be on our way.”

She sounds so sarcastic and bossy…it’s fucking hot.

“Yeah, Crane, you heard my girl,” I chime in, loving the way her cheeks flush as they always do when I remind her or anyone that’s willing to listen that she’s mine.

“Fine, it’s better you two get on your ways anyway. Who knows where this night will lead us. Meaning us three,” he motions between him and the two inside the shed. “Unless you’d care to join,” he smirks, nudging his elbow at Raiden who pretends to gag in disgust.

“Yeah, sorry, Crane, that’s a no for me,” Raiden disses, moving closer to me and interlocking her arm around mine.

“Oh well,” he shrugs, walking over to the back corner of the shed. He emerges a few seconds later with the duffel bag. “Here you go, all portioned like the boss wanted.”

Raiden steps in front of me, taking the bag from Maddox. “Perfect. Let’s go,” Raiden urges, already walking away from Maddox pulling me at my arm so I can follow her.

“Later, animals!” Maddox yells at us.

“Later,” I wave, back turned to him, heading to my car with Raiden.

“Fuck, our friends are crazy,” I joke.

“That they are,” she agrees, passing the duffle to me and leading the way to the car.

I pop the trunk and toss it inside before slamming it shut.

“Why don’t we ever do that?” Raiden asks, pouting her lip and batting her eyelashes.

I pull her in close to me, kissing her neck softly, just how she likes. “Because,” I start trailing kisses up her neck, “you’re mine.”

She moans as my lips travel to her ear, slowly making the trek over to her lips. “And I’m greedy and I don’t share what’s mine.”

A playful scoff breaks through her soft humming and whimpering. “So what does that make me then? Your property?” Her playful question is a challenge.

“Yes, Raiden. Is that what you want to hear?”

Kissing me first, her tongue flicks at my lip before she answers. “Duh. You passed the test,” she laughs before settling into another kiss.

“Test?” I ask genuinely confused.

“Yes, test. I love those three psychos and the open arrangement they have. That works for them, but for me, I did my time being with someone that wasn’t you. It sucked, and now I’m yours just as much as you’re mine. I’m not sharing you with anyone.” Her declaration surges past my ears and straight to my heart.

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