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I give Tyler my attention. “Fill her up, brother,” I demand, a dark hiss to my tone. I choke him. Hard. “Fill up her pussy and give her a baby. Your baby. My baby. Fill her empty womb, sweet brother. Don’t breathe. You don’t need air. Just fuck her sweet pussy for us.”

His eyes roll back to my dark utterance, face blood-red from lack of oxygen, as he comes with a rasping groan that continues until I am almost certain he will pass out.

Then he does.

Crushing Vallie.

Fiery heat burns through my stomach. And I come into her useless kiss, into her floppy mouth. Her head tries to lift, her attention not on me, concerned for my brother, as my twin loses consciousness for several seconds before gentle rumbles stir in his chest, and he buries his face in Vallie’s neck.

He's fine.

Breathing heavily, I look up.

The chair is empty.

Dexter is gone.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

VALLIE

“We will spend the entire day together, Sweet Pea. All four of us. I promise. Just stay with Tyler while Donnie and I talk to Dexter,” I call over my shoulder as I trail Donnie down the corridor towards the office. “Calm down, Donnie.”

After last night’s encounter, we stayed in the cabin and tried to downplay the fact Dexter left without a word. We talked and fucked, but Donnie was dark. Dexter’s absence screamed his disapproval. He was not impressed for whatever reason.

With what? Us? Me?

“Let’s discuss this first before you just?—”

Donnie pushes open the door, storming in. “Do you have a problem with what you saw last night?”

“Barge in,” I finish, dry.

Dexter stares out the window with his back to us, an empty glass clutched in his hand. “You choked my little brother until he passed out like it was the most natural thing in the world. And then he just… woke up and cuddled.” His voice is void. He turns to face us, his expression one of guilt dressed in disdain. “Tyler needs help.”

Leaving was about Tyler…

Donnie goes very still. “Tyler has help.”

“Professional help.”

“He had professional help.” Donnie’s tone is so deep and dark it’s a deathly whisper. “Would you like to see his professional help? The reports and bills are in your cabinet, big brother.”

Dexter sets his glass down on the wooden desk, and I can’t help but stare at the empty glass, the bottom stained with a brown liquid.

God, I hope that’s not alcohol.

“Medication,” Dexter counters.

“You think he isn’t medicated.” Donnie chuckles, but it’s mirthless. Cold. Cruel. “Thisishim medicated. He is grounded. He knows what he wants. He knows who he is, who I am, right from wrong. This is Tyler at his fucking best.”

“This can’t be it.”

“Why?” Donnie barks. “Because he isn’t you? Because he seems broken? Heisfucking broken! You can’t change him. It’s done! This is him, being him, happy and content and fucked up. We accept him. Like this.”

“I can’t accept that. He is special. Gifted.”

I exhale hard. My heart twists in my chest. Maybe I was a fool to think the four of us could be a family. What if this was a huge mistake? Tyler is settled. Molly is happy. What if Dexter admits Tyler into a hospital? Can he do that? Does he have any legal power over him?

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