Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,46
the private kitchen and instantly hear Colton with the boys in the adjoining den. From the sound of it, they must be chilling out with pizza and video games, so I leave them to it. It’s not as though I’m in such a great mood right now anyway. I still have a job to do.
I scurry around in the kitchen and after a minute of searching, I find the stupid camera at the top of a cabinet, giving the boys a wide view of the kitchen. I clench my jaw and start climbing up onto the counter, listening as Charlie lets out a confused laugh. “Bro, what the fuck is your girl doing?”
There’s a short silence as they all stop what they’re doing and focus on me. “I, uhh … I’ve got no fucking idea. I wasn’t expecting her back for hours.”
Ignoring them, I stretch up onto my tippy-toes and reach the camera with a grunt before dropping it straight onto the counter and crushing it. A string of angered curses come flying out of my mouth but I continue on, moving into the living room.
“Babe?” I hear Charlie calling from the den. “What the fuck are you looking for? What was that?”
I ignore him and continue my search, finding another on the edge of the massive TV screen, a screen that I was staring at just this morning. How could I have missed this? This camera stares straight at the couch where Colton had spent the morning eating my pussy and then slowly fucking me to perfection and now all four of those fucked-up Widows have seen it.
I’ve never felt so fucking violated in my life.
With each camera that I tear off a wall, cabinet, or frame—my anger triples. How could they do this to me? How could they take away my privacy and claim it’s for protection? Yes, I was raped in this mansion, but it happened once by a guy who is now well and truly locked up. I’m safe. They might not know that but they’ve been searching for Jude everywhere they go. They know he’s not coming back to finish the job. The cameras should have been called off.
I make my way toward the den to find Colton standing in the doorway, watching me with curious eyes. “What are you doing, Jade?” he questions, clearly having watched me make my way from the kitchen to the living room.
I barge past him into the room and Spencer instantly hits pause on his video game to watch as I start searching the room. “What are you looking for?” he questions with a grunt.
My jaw is clenched and I sense Colton moving in closer, more than ready to grab me and force answers out of me, but I’m not having it, not until I find the stupid little thing.
I start with the TV and quickly move on until I find the camera in the top right corner of the room. “For fuck’s sake,” I grumble to myself, feeling the eyes of the boys heavily on my back.
I grab the small side table and drag it across the room before climbing onto it and tearing the camera off the wall. “Woah,” Charlie says. “What the fuck is that?”
I jump from the table and land on the floor with a thud. I hold the camera out, more than ready to drop it on the floor and crush it just like I’d done with the others, but Colton’s dominant demand stops me in my tracks. “Jade, stop,” he snaps, making my head whip up. “What the fuck are you doing?”
My teeth hurt from clenching my jaw so hard yet I can’t seem to stop. “Fucking cameras everywhere. Nic bugged the place, he’s been watching us.”
“The fuck?” he says, stepping into me and tearing the camera from my fingers as Spencer flies to his feet in alarm. Charlie just stares, unable to string together a protest of disgust.
“Where are they?” Spencer growls, his eyes heated as they flash to mine.
I see his deeper meaning. He wants to know if there’s one in Charles’ wine cellar and I instantly shake my head. That was the first place I looked for as I scanned over the list. I pull my phone out and open it to Eli’s text before tossing it to him. “They’re everywhere, every room, bathroom, living area, even the fucking pool house. But I wouldn’t trust this list. They’re nothing but fucking liars.”
“FUCK,” Colton growls, looking over the camera before dropping