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Obviously, something was happening and given I was family, I didn't appreciate being kept in the dark.
I can hear shouting downstairs, the three of them fighting as I pace my room. I can't believe no one had the audacity to tell me that Asher had other siblings… twins, no less.
The sound of stomping footsteps echo up the stairs, and I brace myself for what's to come. I hear the door handle jiggle first before a fist pounds on the door.
"Rylee! Open up."
I glare at the door, picturing a frustrated Asher on the other side. "Fuck off!"
The door handle jiggles again, driving me insane. I walk over to the door, ripping it open.
"What?!"
Asher doesn't respond, instead pushing the door open with his hand aggressively, walking in. I step back automatically, cursing myself.
He walks over to the corner where my desk is, huffing with his fists curled tight.
"Asher!" I growl, pointing to the door. "Get out. I can't talk to you right now."
He turns, looking at me for a second like it's the first he's seeing me.
"Why?" he asks. "Why did you tell them?"
I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Do you really think it's not going to come out? And you weren't making the effort to fill me in."
"Because I don't want you to know them!" he yells.
I clamp my mouth shut, walking past him to the walk-in. I grab some new clothes, slipping on a pair of shorts and a cotton shirt. Strolling out of the closet, I fling his shirt at him.
"Too fucking bad."
Asher throws the shirt on the ground, running his hands through his hair. "You don't understand," he says, his voice softer.
"Then help me. Tell me," I beg.
He walks over, taking my face in his hands. His eyes hold mine, and I can see the war raging behind the grey storm that's staring back at me. "They are bad news. We have nothing to do with them, okay? Nothing."
"So, why are they here?" I ask.
Asher shrugs painfully. "They want to come back home. But, I haven't seen them in six years."
"But they are your brothers…" I say, confused.
"We're yours too, apparently."
We snap our heads towards the door, taking in Blake and Zayn's amused expressions. Asher drops his hands, stepping back from me.
"Leave us alone," he hurls. "We're having a private conversation that doesn't involve you."
Zayn laughs sarcastically. "Itobviouslyinvolves us."
They step into the room, looking around. "Wow, they really renovated it. Nice room, I can see why you want to spend so much sibling bonding time in here," Blake teases.
I look at them closely, confirming that I've figured out who is who. They have ditched their leather jackets, and from their forms, it's easy to see they are muscular just like Asher. From what I can tell, they are pretty identical, except Blake has tattoos on his forearms whereas Zayn is clean skinned.
Crossing my arms, I glare at the three of them. "This is messed up."
"Pretty sure you don't mind a little messed up. You two are in quite the sticky mess by the look of it," Zayn snorts.
