Page 89 of The Doctor's Twins

Mateo’s face genuinely scared the shit out of me at that point. Had I pushed him too far? I had to calm him down if I was going to make it through the night. But how?

“What did ‘mommy the monster’ do to you, my love?” I asked, hoping for the best.

“Don’t try and sweet talk me, Peyton,” he growled, but, at least the murderous crazy eyes were gone for the moment.

“I’m sorry. What did she do to hurt you?”

“It doesn’t matter now. The whore got what she deserved.”

Oh, Lord. What did he do to his mother? Is she down here somewhere in a bottle too?

If I was going to wiggle my way out of this trap, I’d have to change tactics.

“How did you know I’d be with Madison?”

Mateo’s face changed once again. This was clearly a subject that he’d enjoy boasting over. He wore his smug smile once more.

“The PI I employed to find you, told me your sister was having a baby. I knew you couldn’t resist being with her when she gave birth. You being a nester and all.”

“Very clever.”

My bladder was about to explode. I wondered if Mateo would be human enough to allow me to urinate with dignity. It was worth a shot.

“I need the bathroom, Mateo.”

“Who’s stopping you?”

“Untie me, please.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

“Come on, Mateo. Surely you don’t expect me to wet myself?”

“Darling, I don’t care if you crap your pants. You’re not going anywhere.”

His phone rang whilst I was formulating my verbal assault. But I wouldn’t have the chance to utter my well-thought-out snipe because he answered the call and proceeded to leave.

“Wait! Mateo!” I screamed after him, but it was no use. He placed his hand over the speaker, glowered at me, and then ascended the stairs.

“Fuck! Come back! Mateo!”

Ah, screw it. I shifted my body so that my backside was on the edge of the bed and let my bladder go. What else was I going to do? All I could do was pray that someone would find me and release me from my hell.

So, this is what it was like to have urine-soaked clothes. No wonder babies put up such a stink between diaper changes.

Congratulations, Mateo. If scaring me half to death and humiliating me to within an inch of my life was part of your plan, then you’ve accomplished your mission. You rat bastard!

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The whore was back! What a coup! I could have danced a jig at the look of utter shock on Peyton’s face when I pushed her into my car and jabbed the needle into her thigh.

My wife looked good. Then again, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever been with. Not that her beauty bought her any brownie points with me now. I saw past her tight ass and voluptuous tits and into her deceiving heart.

I didn’t believe her for a second when she said she hadn’t been with another man. Peyton was too stunning to be single. After I’d killed her slowly, I planned on finding the bastard and doing away with him too.

No one leaves Mateo Garcia, damn it!

My bitch mother thought it okay when she dropped me at the steps of the orphanage when she’d had enough of playing mommy. It had been for the best I supposed, as she was far too busy entertaining a succession of men to care for or about me.

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