Reverie Dyad

Chapter 35

Reid's POV:

"So are you both fucking my cousin?" Morris asked as we drove away from the hotel.

"Uh, no," I replied. He fell silent, so I turned to face him. His expression clearly showed he didn't believe me. I looked away, and then he spoke again.

"You all share a room sometimes, even skip dinner to 'hang out,' and then there are those noises," he groaned, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of Val being intimate.

I had assumed the bedroom walls were thin, but knowing that others could hear our intimate moments with Val is boosting my ego

"Morris, you've known me for a while, right?" I said, posing a rhetorical question. I stopped at a red light and glanced at him.

"Well, as much as I consider you a friend, you should understand that Val's personal life is her business," I continued. He scoffed, clearly unconvinced. Spotting a food truck up ahead, I turned into its parking lot. Seeing the long line, I was relieved; it would buy Val and Cole some time.

"Don't play games with me; everyone knows what's going on. I never thought Iris would be into the whole 'two boyfriends' thing, but I guess you learn something new every day," Morris said, quoting one of my mother's sayings about learning new things every day.

"You really need to stop hanging out with my mother," I said, climbing out of the car. I scowled at him over the hood, but he just rolled his eyes.

"Please, I came to that island with you three, but you're flaunting your trio around and it feels like everyone else is third-wheeling in some premature orgy. So excuse me for finding companionship with a woman who happens to be your mom," he retorted, closing the car door. I wrinkled my nose at his use of the word 'companionship.'

"Don't even mention companionship as if you're romantically involved with my mother," I scowled as we approached the food truck. Pressing a button on the car keys, the car beeped, indicating it was locked.

"Whoa, okay, I see where the misunderstanding is," Morris said, stopping me with his arm. He raised his hands in surrender, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

My phone rang, and I answered it, noticing the caller ID showed an unknown number.

"Get off me!" someone yelled in the background. Puzzled, I stood in the food truck line.

"Move! Move!" another voice shouted, and suddenly, I heard heavy breathing close to the phone. I pulled the phone away from my ear to check the call duration; I plan to trace the IP address later on. The person then spoke again, so I pressed the phone back to my ear.

"Trent Rivers is now the property of Andre Delgado," the voice said before hanging up. Anger boiled inside me, and I shouted, "Fuck!" as I threw my phone to the ground. People in the line stopped their conversations and stared at me. Glancing at Morris, he wore an expression that asked, "What just happened?"

"Can you handle the car?" I said, handing him the keys. He took them, looking utterly confused.

"Iris and Cole are hungry; get them some food, then drive back to the hotel. Make sure no one is following you," I instructed. He glanced around uncertainly.

I was too frustrated to repeat myself. Turning away, I approached a stranger climbing out of their car.

"Get out!" I yelled, and they shouted back at me in Spanish. I regret not learning Spanish, but it's too late now.

I pulled my wallet out, took my Amex card, and handed it to the person. They looked puzzled as they took the card.

"2334, that's the pin," I said, using hand gestures. They glanced at their car and then back at me, handing me the car keys. I took them, giving a curt nod.