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"What?!"Istutter,lookingat Asher horrified.
Twin brothers? What the hell did he mean by twin brothers? As far as I knew, Asher was anonly child,like me.
The twin on the left snickers, getting off on our discomfort.
"Come on, Ash. Aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?"
Asher glares at them silently. I'm mad… and shocked. And also,completely and utterly mortified.
I'm standing here in Asher's shirt without pants on. How the fuck do we explain this? More importantly, why the fuck has no one told me about the fact I have not one hot, morally grey stepbrother… but three. I can already tell looking at them, they are trouble. And the fact Asher is so hostile towards them, makes me suspicious.
The other twin steps forward, looking me up and down.
"My, my. You're a pretty thing, aren't you? Well done, brother."
His intense stare finally snaps Asher into action. He pulls me back, moving in front of me.
"Back off, Zayn."
They laugh, and who I assume is Blake, puts a hand out to grab Asher's shoulder.
"It's good to see you too. Where's dad?"
Asher shoves him off. "Not here. Does he know you were dropping in?"
I grab Asher's arm, making him look at me. "What the fuck is going on?"
He's angry again, but this time, it's not projected at me. But, that doesn't mean he gets to sweep this under the rug or keep me in the dark. This is messed up – it was messed up before Blake and Zayn, or whoever they are, turned up. Now, we're reaching levels of a catastrophic disaster.
"Not now, Ry," he hisses between clenched teeth.
"Fuck that. Tell me. I deserve to know," I demand.
Zayn laughs. "Oof. She's a fiesty one, Ash."
I step around Asher, pointing my finger at him. "You – shut up. Or start talking. Someone needs to before I lose my shit."
Asher rounds on me, giving me a warning look.
"Ry, go to your bedroom."
I recoil, taking a moment before glaring back at him. "No! This involves me."
"It's always the pretty ones that are crazy," mutters Blake.
Shoving my finger into his leather clad chest, I size him up. "I'm not crazy. But if you want to start, I'll make your nightmares seem like a happy place." I pause, looking at Zayn. "Brothers."
"Rylee!" Asher snaps.
Zayn shakes his head. "Hold up. You guys married or something?"
I can see the desperation in Asher's eyes, pleading with me to back down. But, that wish is gone and dusted.
"No," I sneer at Zayn, drowning out Asher's words to stop. "I'm your stepsister."
I slam my bedroom door shut, locking it behind me as I try to grasp and understand what the fuck just happened.
Asher had yelled after me to wait when I took off, but I had left the three of them to process my words and sort out their shit.
