Three Fated Hearts

Chapter 66

~Adela~ NôvelDrama.Org © content.

I swear they are too predictable. I, honestly, expected that to take more convincing, but no…..not for those two. Just the idea that I planned to meet with my sister was enough to set them off. I’m both parts glad and disgusted. I will no longer have to see her and pretend to care, yet they are so quick to save their precious mate.

I sigh and pull my phone out, for probably the millionth time, just to be met with silence. Of course, there is no message. I’m not sure exactly what I’m waiting for, but I have nothing either way. It would be nice to hear from Neal, just so I knew that things were going how they should be. If Neal listened to me even a little, he should have made a move by now, and possibly it has been reciprocated. Maybe they catch them having s*x or maybe just kissing. Is it wrong for me to hope for the s*x? Ah, it doesn’t really matter, just as long as Neal has followed through as I told him to.

It was so time-consuming to hold his hand last night and talk him through this. He was so unsure and so worried about what to do. It took hours to convince him to go for it and make a move on Portia. I just hope he committed to his decision. I don’t even care if Portia returns his interest or not, even though that’s how I sold it to him; that she was definitely interested. I need the twins to catch her in a compromising situation, which will be more than enough. I need the twins to see Portia for what she really is, and then they will come crawling back to us. The question is: what do I do with Portia after that?

~Tia~

S**t! This is not good and completely not what it looks like. I try to make that argument, but nothing comes out of my mouth. It’s almost as if my voice has been lost. I know how this looks; I know this doesn’t look like there is a good explanation. I have run out of a dressing room with my pants in my

hand. I’m sure I look flustered and sweaty. There is a moaning man on the ground, and if you can’t see his state, well, let’s say th at moaning can be misconstrued.

I stand before my mates, but they aren’t looking at me. They have murder in their eyes and are looking at the dressing room. I know what happened was wrong, but I don’t want Neal killed. I know there has to be a reason for his actions. We need to figure that out before any punishment is handed out.

The twins have their hands fisted at their sides, and their necks are strained. The anger and fury are evident, and I’m a bit scared. I don’t know how they act when they get like this, and I really don’t want to find out. I don’t know where I find the courage, but I swallow the lump in my throat and take a slight step forward. “Guys……” A growl erupts from both of them at the same time. S**t!

The twins take a step forward, still not looking at me. I know how this all looks, but I swear that if they give me a chance, I can explain everything. Of course, at the wrong possible moment, Neal comes stumbling out of the dressing room. Stupid i***t! He just had to come out of the dressing room at this time….before I could even talk to the twins?! I swear he has done nothing but f**k up today, and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better. Please, please don’t open your mouth and speak.

“TTT….tia….whe…..where ar-” The rest of his words are stopped. Landon moved lightning-fast the moment he walked out. I turn to see Neal pinned against the wall, Landon’s hand around his neck. Neal is clawing at Landon’s hand, gasping for breath. I told you not to open your mouth and speak.

“You will die for what you have done.” Landon looks at me. “You both will.” I take a few steps back. I can feel the tears forming, and my heart is beating out of my chest. I want to defend myself; I want to tell them what happened. My mouth isn’t working; there is no sound coming out. I continue to step back until I hit something solid. I feel the sparks all over my backside. I stop and look up in the face of Lincoln. He is angry, but he is also confused. I turn around and face him, placing my hands on his arms.

“Please, Lincoln, please. Just…..just hear me out. Don’t let Landon kill either of us. I would never hurt you two; I know you know that. Please……please trust me.” The tears have fallen and continue pouring out of my eyes. It’s starting to get hard to see Lincoln, but I can’t stop crying to save my life. I can hear Lincoln’s breaths come out in huffs. I notice his hand rising from his side, and my fear heightens. I just know that he’s going to put me in a similar position that Landon has Neal. I can’t believe that it’s come to this; our relationship has hit this wall. Lincoln’s hand reaches for me, and I flinch. He stops for a second, then continues, running his hand down my face. I close my eyes at the contact and relish the sparks, not knowing if I will ever feel them again.

“Brother, let’s take Neal to the cells and……and let’s talk to Tia. We owe her that much.” I open my eyes to find Lincoln’s eyes on me. They are swirling with love and hope. I place my hand on his and lean into his touch. I will make sure they know exactly what happened; I will make sure they know how much I love them and could never betray them.