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I must have looked fit to murder because she skirted around me like it was time to get the hell out of dodge. Before the elevators closed, she managed one more demand.
“Oh and Logan? Call your mother.” The doors closed leaving me with the imprint of her victorious smile and cheap perfume.
I wasn’t sure what Bethany was after, but she was in for a rude awakening if she thought that she had some kind of hold on me. I would kill her first before I gave Hana up. Just like Luke. I would wait for the baby to be born first, of course, but after that, if she did anything that tore me and Hana apart, Bethany would be joining my brother in the afterlife.
Once I settled into my office, I picked up my phone and called my mother.
“Hello?” Her voice sounded older than before.
“Hey, Ma. Bethany said you wanted me to call.” I held in a long, tired sigh. I just knew she was about to lay into me with some bullshit.
“Oh, Logan. It’s been ages since we last spoke,” she tittered.
I pulled the phone away from my face and looked down on the name. It said mother. Was she drinking or something?
“What can I do for you, Ma?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m some kind of business acquisition. You only got to where you are by stealing everything your brother held dear.” Her change in tone was startling.
I held my tongue. It was no use defending myself. She didn’t care. Even in death I couldn’t get away with not being held to Luke’s standards.
“What is it you want?”
She sighed, “You fucked up. You stole your brother’s fiancé, poisoned her against us just to get his secretary knocked up. What do you think this is? The projects?”
Her haughty tone made me want to stab myself in the ears so I could get away from it. “That’s a gross stereotype, Ma. You know better.” I admonished.
“Don’t you tell me what I do and don’t know boy. I know that you knocked that girl up. I know because you stick your little penis in anything that moves. If only she had gotten pregnant by your brother. That would give her safety and security she’s never known.”
The irony wasn’t lost on me. I was certain Bethany was having Luke’s child. Not mine. It couldn’t be because I refused to touch her. Not only that, but I was certain she’d gotten pregnant from one of the many men she tried to trap into marriage. I’d had enough.
“I’ve got a busy day. Can you get to the point?” My mother exhausted me.
“The point is you need to start acting like an adult and do right by that girl. We will not have any single, unwed mothers sullying our good name.”
“I’m already married, Ma. I can’t do right by her. Besides, the kid isn’t mine.”
“Divorces happen all the time. I doubt that sweet girl you stole wants to take the back seat to your baby’s mother. Oh, my goodness! I never thought I would say something like that. You have a baby mama. It’s like I didn’t even raise you.”
It was like she wasn’t even listening to me.
“I’m not leaving Hana,” I barked out.
“Then you leave us no choice.” Her tone was solemn like she didn’t want to do what they were planning next.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, knowing that she wouldn’t give me the answers.
“You’ll see soon.” With that cryptic remark. My mother hung up on me.
I stared down at the phone on my hand, willing my life to change, as if that alone would do something. It had been one hit after another. Blow after blow.
Maybe this was karma. Retribution for taking Hana like I did. But I needed something else. I needed to process the change in my friendship with Joseph, how we went from best friends to…whatever it was were now. I also needed to cope with the loss of my piece of shit twin.
Or rather…my hand in it, and the hole he left inside when he departed this existence. A hole only twins felt, if I were to believe the online articles about loss and grief.
More important—more serious than all this was my deceitful wife. She thought she could change our relationship dynamic on her whim. That wasn’t how this was going to go. I couldn’t lie to myself and say I didn’t want Joseph. He was a force to be reckoned with. But I wasn’t going to let Hana force my hand. She needed to remember who the fuck I was.
And for Bethany, that little bitch would get what was coming to her. If she thought that her being the mother of my brother’s baby would stay my hand, she was mistaken. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect the only woman I’d obsessed over. Nothing.
