#Chapter 86 – Trapped

I’m exhausted by the time Frankie and I get in that night, and a little relieved when I come through the door to see that Nico and Christian are already there, slumped on the couch. A smug little thrill of pleasure runs through me when I see that Violetta is again absent. “Is there any whiskey left?” Frankie asks, dry, as he presses the door shut behind him, engaging the automatic locking mechanism. “Nope,” Nico calls over his shoulder, his eyes focused on the tv. “Iris forgot to order more.” My mouth falls open with a squeak as I pull my shoes off before I head into the kitchen, reaching into the fridge for one of the prepped meals that I put there. “Excuse me!” I protest. “All of you have phones and money – there is nothing stopping any of you from ordering your own whiskey delivery.” “But you wanted to be our mom!” Nico calls. “Little miss caretaker! You’re slacking, Bambs!” I laugh lightly, shaking my head, as I stand up with a cold tin of lasagna in my hands and head to the o