The thug, Vito, grabs me by the arm, hauling me to my feet, then out of the room.
“No!”
He merely grins unpleasantly, towing me up the stairs.
“Let go of me you bastard!”
“Only following orders,” he chuckles. On the top landing, he pushes at the nearest door, the nursery. Despite my best attempt, my words come out as a shriek. “Not in there!”
“Why not?”
“It’s… There’s no bed.”
“Don’t need no f*****g bed,” he grunts. Nonetheless, he shoves me along to the next door. James’, Michael’s and Charlotte’s room. Inside, he grins widely. “Now that’s what I call a bed.”
that’sHe has a point. The bed the three share is vast, and for some fairly obvious reasons. And at times, it’s been shared by five, when my Master and I join the Triad’s fun.
But…
What else is in here?
What’s in here I c
