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We drove in silence until I couldn’t take it anymore and needed to say something. “You think the Petersons killed anyone?”

Troy shrugged. Like the emotional speech he’d just given me never happened, he answered flatly, “I guess we’ll find out. Do you want to kill them both or torture them and leave them alive?”

Tapping my knife off my knee, I smiled. “Let’s play it by ear.”

He smirked at me. “Or cut off an ear.”

“I do like your style, cuz.” I smiled. This was the first time I felt like we were truly family. We might actually connect and bond over something, at least as much as Troy could bond. Living on the same property, growing up together, being homeschooled, and training together yet feeling so disjointed from everyone around you was odd.

I sat up a little straighter. Was that how my dad felt trying to understand me? Oh my god, was that how Carter felt living with all of us? I hated feeling like Carter was one step away from sprinting for the door. He hadn’t given me any reason to feel that way…yet.

“We’re here,” Troy said, breaking my spiraling thoughts. I peered through the trees and saw lights shining through the branches still missing their leaves. Another month, and I wouldn’t have been able to see the house at all.

“Do they have cameras outside?”

“Yes.”

“So what’s the plan? I’m sure you have one?”

Troy smiled wide. “Of course I do.”

“Always have a plan,” we said together, and I burst out laughing.

“Okay, let’s hear it.”

“Simple. I have an in and an itch to scratch if you get my drift.” His lip curled up. “I also have this compliments of Carter.” Troy held up a small device that looked like a garage opener.

“What does that do?”

“As soon as I get close enough to the door, it will read the security panel code and, more importantly, relay it to you once I push this button.”

“Why didn’t he give me the cool toy,” I asked, then blushed, realizing how that must sound.

“Did you try asking him? It’s a long-lost concept, but it works.”

I’d never seen Troy this saucy, and I loved it. He did have a point, though. Carter was amazing with any electronic or computer. I was positive he could turn the toaster into a rocket if he wanted to.

“What you’re telling me is that you plan to walk through the front door?”

“Yeah, I am. I didn’t fuck Carol for my health. Now get in the back and lay down out of sight until the code comes through.”

No forced entry, no alarms, and an entire week before she would be missed at school, crawling over the seat to the back, I had to give Troy props. This was genius.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

KALLIE

“Three blind mice, three blind mice. See how they run, see how they run. They all ran after the farmer's wife. She cut off their tails with a carving knife. Did you ever see such a sight in your life as three blind mice?”

I yelled the nursery rhyme as Troy taunted Mr. Peterson, also known as Hank, to cut off one of Carol’s fingers with gardening shears.

She was screaming at her husband not to do it, her eyes wide with terror as her body shook, but she wouldn’t earn any sympathy from us.

“Do it, Hank,” Troy said, his voice so soft and calm that I shivered. I could see the glimmer in his eye. He hoped Hank couldn’t go through with it. I recognized it because my eyes glimmered with the same excitement when I glanced at the mirror over the fireplace.

“Please, no more. We’ve learned our lesson. Let us go, and we’ll disappear,” he said, blubbering.

I’d never known anyone to blubber like that other than a small child. Then again, I guess being tied to a chair with the tip of your cock stretched out as far as it could go and then a little more and pinched in a vice would do that to you. Troy held the cheese grater over Hank’s exposed cock, just out of reach from a strike if Hank was stupid enough to attempt it.