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Oh. Guess it was already dry when I checked.
“Who’s here?” Leo growls. He has a Glock in his hand. “Who’s involved?”
I meet my twin’s eyes and see murder in them.
And because my head and emotions are thoroughly fucked up, the sight warms my chest.
They’re here.
That’s when the enormity of their actions clicks.
I’d envisioned escaping the house, sprinting to the nearest bus stop, riding until I was far enough from my childhood home that I could figure out my next steps.
There was no scenario where I imagined a rescue crew would come for me. Not one consisting of my brothers.
Because as much as I love them both, neither has ever shown up for me.
Not in decades.
Despite everything I did for them when we were younger, they still chose to work for Uncle Mike. I went to their court hearings when they got arrested in possession of a stolen car. They were both still in prison when I graduated from college. I didn’t bother walking at the ceremony.
Who would’ve come to see me cross the stage?
No one.
When Dash was released from prison, I picked him up at the gate. I helped him set up his new life. And when his heart broke, I drove the eight hours from Nashville to New Orleans to comfort him.
When Leo was freed, I didn’t know because he never told me. Just went straight back to the family business.
But I’m still ready to jump through every hoop to get him out.
I show up.
They don’t.
Until now.
“Why are you here?” The question comes out as hard and betrayed as their continued abandonment has made my heart.
Both of my brothers look at me, eyes wide, confused.
“Charlie called me,” Dash says. “And I called Leo. We thought the two of us could get you out, hopefully without bloodshed.” My little brother uses a pointed tone as he stares down at the gun Leo definitely doesn’t legally own.
I’m still comprehending the fact that I’m not alone when the creak of a step on the old wood of the front porch announces another arrival.
“Leo? Prince?” My mother comes out the front door, which hangs off one hinge after their forceful entrance. But Vivian shows no sign of noticing as she stands with a hand over her heart, her eyes watering. “Oh, boys. I’m so happy you came by. But things are tense right now. Maybe—”
“Tense? You think?”
My mother’s face slackens in shock at the biting tone from an unexpected source.
Leo.
The golden boy.
The beloved son who’s now stepping toward her with a smoldering expression of menace.
“Dad took Luna, didn’t he?” My twin stares over her shoulder.
