Page 83 of The Twins

“But you are, you lucky piece of shit. You fucking are. Show some gratitude,” I tell him. I’ll whop some sense into him if I must. “Look around you. You know how many people would love to trade places with you? You live in a big house. You’ve got a fast car. You’ve got a hot woman that’s horny for you. She’d do anything to see you smile. A brother who fucking loves you. Somehow, you’ve got cash—”

“He left it for me,” Remo reveals, sighing.

“Who—”

“Andre. He… He left it all to me in his will. We weren’t even properly dating, but everything he owned was transferred to me.” He gulps.

“A billionaire left you his fortune?” Remo nods. “And you didn’t bother to tell us?”

“Who cares?” He sniffles.

“I do when you’re acting like an ungrateful brat!” I shake his shoulders, and he loses his balance. When will this boy grow up? “It’s unfair, Remo. Why are you crying around like this?”

He takes a deep breath, and he explodes. “Because I need help! Everything you listed? It doesn’t make me happy. It makes me feel guilty. I’m not supposed to be here. I should’ve died overseas. I didn’t deserve to return home. Other men and women never harmed anyone. They were doing their job… They should be in my place. I murdered innocent children. Do you understand that? At one point in time, I used software and devices to spy on people to subsequently murder them. It may sound like a distant concept, but I’m a murderer, and I don’t deserve what I have. That’s why I’m crying around like this!”

“You didn’t just bomb places to bomb them. You had orders,” I respond. He flinches when I mention the bombs. He never words it like that, but that’s why I’m here. To say it how it fucking is. “That was your job.”

“I did a bad job,” he mutters.

“Speak up,” I demand.

“I fucked up,” he snaps.

“And?” I encourage him.

“I need help.”

“Good.” Boy. See, that’s how easy it would be. “Who loves you and would do anything to help you out when you’re unwell?”

“You.” Fuck yes. “Vegas. And Grey.”

“You’re carrying this weight with you,” I tell him. Grey appears at the club’s entrance, but she doesn’t see us. We’re too far out, hiding in the shadows. I should be smoking, and I crave to finish my cigarette pack… Remo’s more important. “Tell them your truth. It’ll help you heal. Tell them, or I’ll do it for you. You know how hurt they’ll be when they find out from me.”

I suck in a breath. “Remo, you saw what we did. Grey’s open like that. She won’t judge you. She asked to lick your brother’s… Yeah. And your brother took it like a man. They don’t care about who you like in bed. Just tell them.”

“You’re not supposed to push me on this matter,” he grouches.

“I don’t do what I’m supposed to. If I did, then I’d be back home pissing on my little cousin’s grave. But I’m not, aren’t I? I left that life, and I became a cop. Since I’m the eldest, and I fucked her first, I should marry Grey and lock her in a mansion where only I get to fuck her sweet pussy. But I don’t. Because you’re my new family, and for us to stay intact, we have to be honest with each other.”

Hypocrite.

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