Page 50 of The Twins

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LOS ANGELES - NOW

I glanceat my bare nails. I beg the twins, “Please, come home. Now. Talk to me.”

Charles takes away the phone, clicking the line dead. He sighs, and he removes himself from the water. It’s warm in this tub, but without him, I’m left cold. He’s here with me because he knows how to distract me. Vegas knows how to handle his brother. Everyone has a role in this family.

The former Chief has been working out tirelessly, and I can never look away from his body. It’s molded for me, the way I’ve discovered that I like it. The twins’ muscles may look more defined, but Charles is the one who bears all the weight. He wraps his strong arms around us, protecting us from harm.

Charles’ skin shows his age. He’s deep in his forties now, the wrinkles battling his flawless skin for exposure. The veins on his arms protrude like they do on his cock. It turns out that I’m obsessed with anything veiny from any one of my men.

“Let’s get dressed,” Charles suggests. He dries himself off with a large towel, the ones we bought for the guys specifically. I never need anything. They take care of me, pampering me like a baby. It would annoy me, but I know they mean well. That’s how they show their love for me. They know my past. They try to understand it. They want to erase it, but it’s not that easy. The years of neglect I suffered won’t ever stop influencing me. “Empty the tub.”

“It’s true then?” I ask, still in shock over what the twins told us on the phone. I don’t remember the exact showdown when Charles and Remo came to rescue me from Alexis Nina. I got shot, and the trauma has fractured my memory.

“The boys worked for the military and spy agencies,” Charles says, folding the towel over the hanger so that it can dry. He takes a deep breath. Then he turns to look at me. “Whatever they did wasn’t of their own accord. Remember that. Be a good girl and let’s wait for them together. They will explain everything.”

“But children? Innocent ones? I-I hate kids, but that… I can’t imagine that,” I blurt out. My fingertips shrivel up underwater. There’s a fading pink shade to the water, remnants of my period. It was heavy yesterday and all day today. Before the bath, Charles watched me wash.

“You hate kids?” Charles raises his eyebrows.

“It’s part of my trauma,” I tell him. Hate is a strong word. “All the abortions. The fact that my parents neglected me throughout my childhood….”

“I’m not judging you. I never would,” Charles replies. He stretches his neck, and I want to get out of the water, lick his skin and kiss him. Tender stuff, things that they have taught me. I’m allowed to do this. I can show them physical affection, and they won’t use it against me.

“We’ve all done unspeakable things,” Charles continues. The sigh in his voice is deliciously heavy. “If you need to hate somebody, it’s me. My actions were dishonorable. Vegas and Remo did what their superiors expected of them. They did it for their country.”

“I want to understand,” I tell him. “Vegas… He has secrets. He told me some things… I’m afraid of what else he’s hiding, although I know now that he’s told me everything.”

“It’s a process,” Charles explains. Since I don’t empty the water, he does it for me. When the tub is empty, he picks me up like I weigh nothing. That’s untrue because these days, I weigh triple what I did when I first met them. They feed me well.

I get waffles with Charles every Tuesday, and they’re heavenly.

“You’ve only just come back to us. There are three of us, and we had a whole life before you. It’ll take time to figure it all out.” He dries me with a fresh towel, and his body wash scent lingers on me.

I keep buying it for him because it has musky sandalwood and Earl Grey touch to it, a scent I could die for. I want to smell it everywhere I go. I need it spread on my pillow to sleep better at night, no matter who warms my bed on which particular night.

“Will anything you find out change the way you feel about us?” Charles asks. He folds my towel, too, and I slip into one of Vegas’ G-Unit t-shirts.

“No matter what you did,” I tell him, snuggling into the t-shirt. I take a deep inhale of Vegas. He’ll be with me in a bit, but I yearn for him, nonetheless. “I will always love you.”

“Vegas has smothered you with his ballads, hasn’t he?” Charles smirks at me as he pulls on his boxer briefs. His cock makes my mouth water. He’s not too hard right now, but he’s as intense as ever. Charles and the twins are so much better than the toys I hid in my closet for five years. They treat me well, nourishing me with countless orgasms whenever I need it.

In the water, Charles nudged at my entrance, begging for relief. He was ready to fuck me, but the guys called, ruining the mood.

They’ll make up for it, though.

I know they will.

“I dream of Whitney Houston and bodyguards every time I close my eyes,” I tell him, tilting my head to the side. He walks out of the master bathroom, the laughter rolling off him from his chest.

I follow him on my tiptoes.

“What are we eating today?” I ask, licking my lips as Charles bends over to pick up the remote for the A/C. He turns it off, and he ventures toward our massive windows to open them up.

Since he is the daddy of the family, the twins have allowed him to move into the master bedroom on the top floor. Not that the guys occupied it before. They lived in separate quarters.

Now, they’ve moved close to the master bedroom for me. I have the room next to Remo’s. It’s the one with the best view, outside of the master bedroom’s view, of downtown Los Angeles.

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