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“Jojo?” I mumbled, weakly. My vision was blurred. Probably from all the drinking. “Are you coming to visit me?”
“Don’t say my name like you’re my friend. You’re nothing to me. As far as I’m concerned, you should be in a grave with your piece of shit twin.” Joseph eyes blazed with hatred.
“I still love you,” I croaked out. I used to wish Joseph was my brother. We connected on an intrinsic level. Or we did once, before all this happened.
“I don’t fucking love you. You’re trash just like the rest of your gender. I don’t know why I bother being bisexual.”
Joseph moved to walk past me, but I grabbed an ankle with my left hand. “Doesn’t that mean you think you’re trash as well? You are a man after all.”
Joseph’s husky laugh boomed in the hallway. “The difference between you and me is that I’ve always known I’m trash. Not one of us is good enough for her,” he explained, then kicked his foot, shaking me off.
“Wait!” I called out, stopping him in his tracks.
“What?” he growled without looking back.
“How is she?” I so wanted to find out for myself, but I knew Joseph wouldn’t let me in.
“Better off,” he snapped. “You smell of booze and reek of patheticness”.
I shakily pulled myself up off the ground. I no longer felt like heading to the bar. If I wanted to drown, I usually chose pussy over alcohol. It was the greatest vice known to man. But I had a wife now. I wouldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t do that to her. She was still my world even if I wasn’t hers.
“You can still have her. But she’ll always be wondering if she chose the wrong twin. Sorry to tell you baby brother, but she did.”
I shook off the haunting voice that was Luke’s echoing in my mind. It was a fight to remind myself that Luke was worse than me. Fuck, he was not just bad, he was fucking evil, and Hana deserved a better man. I gave her a better man.
These negative thoughts were just my fears manifested as Luke. That’s all this was. I knew it wasn’t him. I was certain my mind was using his voice as a way of dealing with the grief and guilt. Or maybe it was something twins dealt with when the bonds of those created together were eternally severed. Maybe our bond went deeper than we both suspected.
But was it? While I felt the guilt of killing my own brother, I felt that I needed to rid the world of his scum. My brother chose money over our bond. He chose to murder his unborn nephew in cold blood and almost made me a widower. For what? Money? Revenge? Some fucked up ideal that heownedHana and could sell her when he was done with her?
Hana wasn’t his to own. She was mine. I imprinted myself on her mind, body, and soul. Luke chose to kill that spirit. His actions forced my hand. I had to kill him. And though I felt guilt from taking a life, I would do it all over again. In fact, I would go above that and turn back time so I could save my child. I would make sure that Hana was nowhere near Luke and hisbusiness associate.
The man who was going to traffic her deserved death as well, but I wasn’t able to catch him. I’d shot him that day, I knew, but he disappeared like a ghost while I was distracted, busy hunting Luke. But he’d get his. I’d spent money on eyes and ears to tell me where he’d holed up once he was sighted again. Soon, I would catch up with him, and he’d reap what he sowed.
It didn’t matter. When he was back in the area, I’d deal with him. Until then, I couldn’t wallow. I needed my wife back. I didn’t work this hard to lose her. I refused to. She was going to accept that we belonged together, one way or another.
Once I had her back in my clutches, we could work on our family again. We could do it right this time. No drugs, no kidnapping, no forcing her. I’d still fuck her in her sleep, but for fun, not because I didn’t want her to wake up and catch me defiling her body.
The thought of fucking my precious wife while she slumbered had my cock rising to the occasion.
My older twin paid in blood for coveting what wasn’t his. I waited for the remorse to set in. But just like the casket Joseph wanted me to lay down and die in, I came up empty.
Chapter Two
Joseph
My heart pounded in my chest as I left Logan on the floor in the hallway of our apartment. I was so angry. At him. At Hana. At my fucking self. This entire situation was fucked up. If I’d known then what I knew today, I would’ve never invited Hana to move in with me.
I had thought I could control myself. It had been years since we were under the same roof. But I couldn’t. Logan wasn’t the only one who took advantage of precious Hana. He was just the only one with enough balls to own it.
I headed to the grocery store. Hana needed supplies for her period. Also cream, gauze, and anything else I could find in the first aid section of the store for her stump. Lost limb? I don’t know what to call it.
Almost her entire finger gone, like it had never been there at all. I knew she missed it. I just didn’t know how to make it right. So, I went into overprotective mode. I didn’t want to leave her, but someone had to make sure she was taken care of and healed. As soon as I walked into the shop, I’d regretted it.
“Omo,Joseph is that you?” Hana’s mom, Rachel Lee, was standing in the first aisle I headed down.
“Hey, Mama Lee. How are you doing?” I wanted to avoid her but couldn’t. She practically raised me at one point.
“I’m so upset. Hana won’t call us. She won’t come home. We don’t know what to do anymore.” Mama Lee hung her head. “Is it something we did? Is that why she won’t talk to us?”
