Landry
“Oh, hey, Dad.”
Be calm. Be calm. Be freaking calm.
His silence may as well be screaming. I can feel the unspoken wrath battering against me like the force of a hurricane. What makes it worse is Ford is watching me, his face twisted in concern. I’m standing between two sides of my life, unsure what to do or how to behave. The fear of my father wins out and I attempt to smooth things over with him.
“This coffee shop on campus doesn’t have a good signal. I think you’re cutting out.”
“You’re not on campus,” Dad says, voice dripping with fury. “Are you?”
“I am,” I croak out. “Promise.”
Lies. And he knows. I don’t know how, but he does. It’s probably my phone. He’s a tech genius, so I bet he has a locator on my phone.
I’m so stupid.
“We’ll see. If you’re not waiting outside the front of that school by the time the driver pulls up, so help me Landry, there will be hell to pay.”
He hangs up on me. I stare at my phone in horror, shock rendering me immobile for a few long seconds. My ears ring loudly and my heart pounds out of control. It’s not until Ford squeezes my thigh do I realize he’s speaking to me.
“What are we doing, Laundry?”
“School,” I rasp out. “I have to get back to school or…”
He doesn’t wait for me to elaborate and fires up the engine. The trip here was terrible because he drives like a maniac, but right now I’m thankful because it means I might make Dad’s frightful deadline.
“Belt on,” Ford barks. “And tell me why the fuck I don’t stick around and beat his ass when we get back.”
Shuddering, I buckle my belt and shoot him a glare. “Don’t even joke about it. He’d bury you, Ford. It’s what he does.”
“Who’s in the mob family now?” he jokes, but it falls flat because neither of us are feeling very playful.
I close my eyes and gnaw on my bottom lip that’s still sore from this weekend. I’m all out of sorts. My nerves are eating me alive from the inside out. Parts of my body, though, still throb from Ford’s expert touch.
We had sex.
Well, we started to. It would have been better had we finished. For those few minutes, it felt so raw and real and ridiculously hot. I was someone else. Not Landry Croft. If I could have frozen the moment, I would absolutely have.
That’s not my reality, though.
This is. My reality is my father controlling my every move and punishing me the second I step out of line. The older I get, the harder it is to play by his rules. I don’t want to be here with that monster. I want to be far, far away with Della.
What would a life without pain and fear even look like?
“I don’t want to take you back to him,” Ford grumbles. “I want to take you back to my place. Keep you safe.”
I nearly burst into tears at the earnest, sweet way he says that. I’d love that. Then I could keep pretending we were in our own little world.
But where does that leave Della?
All alone with the monster.
“You can’t call me anymore, Chevy. Don’t text me or anything.” My bottom lip wobbles. “I’ll see you at school on Wednesday and later that day when you tutor Della. I can’t risk him knowing I have a…you. I don’t want him to know.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I’m deleting your number. Please don’t make me block you.”
His jaw clenches and he glares at the road. I feel like a bitch, but I don’t know what Dad will do. I’ve had my fun and lived a little. Look where it’s gotten me. I’m crushed at losing this thing with Ford. I have no choice, though.
“Pull in the back,” I instruct when we make it back to campus. “I’ll go through the building. He can’t see me pull up with you.”
“Your dirty little secret.”
He’s hurt and I get it. It doesn’t change anything. My dirty little secret has to go to the grave now. I have to figure out how to convince my dad that I’m not sneaking around doing bad stuff. If I can’t, I dread to think what he’ll do.
To me. To Della. To Ford.
Ford pulls up to the curb and throws it in park. Before I can escape, he curls his palm around the back of my head and pulls me to him. His lips crash to mine, possessive and comforting. I want to sink into his kiss and forget my life. Just live here in this blissful moment.
“We’ll talk on Wednesday,” he assures me against my mouth. “Tell me everything.”
I can’t make him any promises, so I don’t. Not that he lets it deter him. He steals another soul-warming kiss before I physically wrench myself from him. I hurry out of the car and when I turn back around, he has my backpack in hand. I go to take it, but he doesn’t let go.
“We’re going to finish what we started, babe.” He winks at me. “Next time, I’m going to take my time with you. Enjoy being deep inside you.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but a silly grin finds its way on my face which is quite a feat considering the amount of stress I’m currently under. “Bye, Chevy.”
“Later, Laundry.”
He peels out the second I close the door. I don’t waste time and rush into the building. Passing by the coffee shop on campus, I swipe an empty coffee cup with a lid from the trash can. The walk through the building toward the front makes my stomach cramp. Anxiety eats at my insides. I’m about to puke by the time I exit the building.
A shiny black Mercedes pulls into the lot and I make my way toward it. I’m hoping it’s just one of our drivers and not Dad. When the car stops, the back door opens and Dad climbs out. He’s suited like usual and wearing black sunglasses. From afar, you’d never be able to tell he got his ass beat last week.
I toss the empty cup into the trash can near the curb and force a smile. “Hi, Dad.”
“Get in, young lady. You’re not going to sweet talk yourself out of this one.” He holds his phone up and I take note of a tracker app blinking my location. “You must think I’m incredibly stupid.”
Dread claws at my throat. The smile falters on my lips. I try and fail to suck in adequate air as I climb into the stifling car that reeks of his cologne.
Breathe, Landry.
He doesn’t know where you were, just that you were gone. Deny, deny, deny.
Dad gets back in the car, closes the door, and whistles at the driver. I sit beside him, trying like hell not to visibly shake.
The drive back home feels too long.
A prison sentence carried out silently.
Each quiet second that ticks by feels like another lead weight pushed down my throat and settling in my stomach.
“Thank you, Eric,” Dad says to the driver when we arrive at our building. “Let’s go, Landry.”
Dad carries my backpack, holding it out beside him like it contains all the evidence he needs to prove crimes against me. I follow behind him, my eyes downcast.
What’s going to happen?
Maybe he’ll just accuse me of disobeying him and ground me.
That thought is almost laughable. He’s too furious for that. I slipped out of his carefully cast net. Swam around in the dark abyss without him. He’s going to want to know exactly what or whom I was exposed to.
We enter the elevator and the air is stifling. I’m suffocating on the cloying scent of his cologne. Swallowing down the bile, I attempt to get a handle on my breathing so I don’t pass out. The elevator spins which tells me I’m not doing such a good job.
“I’m missing work because of you,” he spits out, words burning me like acid as we step out of the elevator onto our floor. “I can’t let this go unpunished.”
Oh God.
“Dad,” I whisper, trailing behind him. “It’s not what you think. I was working on a project with a girl named Melody—”
He whirls around, pointing a finger just inches from my nose. “Do not fucking lie to me, child.”
Child.
This is bad.
Really bad.
Tears burst free of their dam, streaking down my cheeks. He turns on his heel, ignoring my emotions, and stalks to our door. Once he’s unlocked it, he holds it open for me.
“Go to your room,” he growls. “Now.”
I scurry away from him, hightailing it to my room. He follows me inside and closes the door. His lips purse as he sets my bag down on the bed. I stand awkwardly watching him as he unzips each zipper, pulling out item after item. Books. Laptop. Notebooks. Nothing of interest.
Which means he knows what’s on my computer, just like I feared. It’s a good thing I only used it for school. Once he’s done emptying the bag, he holds out his hand.
“Phone,” he barks. “Sit your ass down.”
I avoid the bed because I don’t want to be near it with him, choosing to sit on my chaise lounge chair instead. He’s quiet as he unlocks my phone and starts his hunt. The panic swelling up inside me is too much.
The room darkens and spins.
I’m going to pass out.
He pockets the phone and crosses his arms over his chest. Slowly, he makes his way over to me, staring down at me. I hate that he’s within hitting distance.
“You’re out of control lately,” he spits out, furious. “I knew college was a bad idea. Too many unknowns.”
His words are a punch to the gut.
“That ends today.” He uncrosses his arms, fisting his hands at his sides. “You know a car is absolutely out of the question now. And your phone? Mine. Apparently, you’re not responsible enough to even leave the penthouse or to have…friends.”
Each word out of his mouth feels like another shackle, trapping me in this nightmare.
My phone buzzes with a text, making all the blood drain from my face. He pauses mid-rant and pulls it out of his pocket. The unreadable expression on his face is more terrifying than an angry one.
“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.