“Because I am screwing her.” I’ve never seen a room of heads pop up as fast as that, staring at me like a troop of bush babies.
“Haven’t you seen the news?” I add before bursting out in laughter as all their faces droop into pitiful expressions.
“Fuck you dude,” Enrique scolds shaking his head, “That was not funny!”
“It’s a little funny.” I turn serious. “I promise you guys I haven’t had sex with your sister.” Yet.
There’s a noise on the staircase and Mel and Kiara walk into the kitchen, Mel’s eyes still full of sleep. We must have woken them up.
“Woof!” Alejandro’s puppy scoots to his chair and lays down at his feet.
The girls jump to sit on the counter at the window. I secretly look at Mel dressed in her puny pajama shorts and a crop top and think about holding that sexiness in my arms later. My dick fills to push against my jeans. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to resist the urge, but I’ll never push her to have sex. I’ll wait until she’s ready.
“Show them the list,” Dad says looking at Uncle John. Mom hands out cups of steaming hot mocha coffee.
“What list?” Ilkay asks.
“There are three lists with the messages. One, Alexander and George, but their names are struck through, together with Alberto, Xander, and me.” Uncle John glares at me. “Enrique is on a separate list.”
“What the fuck did I do?” The older twin gruffs.
“You were rude to the loony daughter, remember,” Jackson taunts.
“I’m never rude to girls. That’s you. Maybe she got us mixed up,” Enrique smacks back. He has a point.
“What about the last list?” Axel asks. “You said there were three.”
“Eh,” Uncle John awkwardly takes out the other piece of paper. “It’s the vulgar one from D. Damion is on that list … and Jackson.” He hands me the message and my blood runs cold. It roughly says that he’s going to make me watch him fucking Mel. Or raping is a better word I guess. Not that it makes the image I have in my head any less disgusting.
“Told you they had the wrong twin,” Enrique starts but his brother just gives him a stern rogue stare for the effort.
“It seems that father, daughter, and son have different agendas,” Ilkay glooms.
“Harry did say he can’t always control his kids, especially if they’re off their meds,” Mel says.
“Meds?” Ilkay pulls a brow. “So we’re dealing with official crackpots. Wonderful.”
“So … they want the people on the list to … suffer, die, pay, or what?” Logan asks.
“I think Harry just wants revenge for the people who tortured him. I don’t think he wants any of us to suffer. He said to me that he owes Mom because she saved him,” Mel says quietly.
“She did,” Jackson lost his jocundity. He’s all serious now. So, going after her kids is a hell of a way to thank her, I would say.
“And later she was murdered and soon after that George and Alexander got blown up,” Logan says. “You think he blew up granddad for killing Mom?”
“Who knows,” Jackson lours and downs the last of his coffee.
“So his kids are the main problem then,” Kiara speaks. “We should try and find out who they are?”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Logan snobs.
“Let’s capture what we know so far,” Ilkay starts walking up and down. “Harry wants revenge on Dad, Uncle John, and Garcia.” No one interrupts him. “The daughter wants revenge on Enrique, for what -” he looks at his brother, who shrugs his shoulders. “You need to think about that for a bit? It could help us find them.” Enrique nods.
“Then the son, D something, is in love with Mel.” Now he stares at me. “And because he thinks you’re screwing her he wants you out of the way. But is that the only reason he hates you?” I don’t know. “Or is there something more? Think about that.”
He turns to look at Jackson. “And it seems he has a grudge against you too. How did you piss him off?”
“I piss off most people,” Jackson gripes.
“True,” Enrique chirps in, “And that’s why I think the daughter has the wrong twin. Girls love me, they never want to kill me.”
“And I know why … remember I told you I bullied the guy … I even threw him in a pit once because he bothered Mel,” Jackson snobs.
“So he’s been after Mel for a while then,” Ilkay concludes. Fucking pervert.
“Well, I’m going to call it a night. This old body can only handle a certain little amount of excitement per day.” Uncle John gets up.
“I’m also tired.” Alberto joins him and they walk out the door, leaving us in the kitchen.
Mel, still sitting on the counter next to Kiara, whispers something in her friend’s ear, and then they jump to the floor together.
“We’re going to bed,” Kiara explains, pulling Mel with her. The guys think that both girls sleep together in our spare bedroom. I seriously owe Kiara, big time. When they walk past me, Mel’s arm ‘accidentally’ sweeps against my back and I desperately just want to follow her upstairs.
But I manage to wait a full five long minutes.
“Okay, great,” I say faking a yawn. “I think it’s time to hit the sack.”
Date = 16 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV – Damion
I wake up feeling a little squashed and I can’t move. I open my eyes and stare straight at the obstacle.
What the hell? The root of my problem is draped across my legs – topless.
“Holy fucking shit!” I jump up.