After helping Lukas settle into his room and ensuring he had his laptop ready, I made my way towards Kolton. The house felt unusually empty at that moment, with only the twins around. It was a rare occurrence, and I couldn't help but appreciate the brief respite from potential encounters with their cop sister. I hadn't interacted much with her yet, but my gut feeling suggested that we might not see eye to eye when our paths inevitably crossed.

I entered the room and made my way to his bed, choosing the seat without a word. He shot me a quizzical look, his eyebrows furrowing, but opted to keep his thoughts to himself. His gaze drifted toward my phone, or maybe it just wandered south to my pants – I couldn't be entirely sure. Before I could utter a word, he took the lead.

"Come here," he murmured, shifting his position on the bed and practically tugging my slight frame closer to him. His lips met mine, and my primal desires quickly got the best of me. I straddled his lap, drawing myself nearer, my back arching involuntarily. At that moment, I was utterly lost in his kiss, a swirl of passion and longing. But as quickly as I'd been consumed, I managed to regain my focus, aware that we were treading on uncertain ground.

I pushed back so that I could get off of him, leaving him looking a bit dumbfounded. "What?"

"You owe some guys money?" I asked him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kolton demanded, his posture straightening with anger. His intense gaze bore into me, a look that, infuriatingly, made him even more attractive. It was difficult to address serious matters when he was looking at me like that, especially here in his bed, with the house completely empty. Fuck.

"You know what, never mind," I muttered, standing up in frustration. How could he not get what I was talking about? Either he's pretending to be clueless and doesn't want to discuss it, or he genuinely lost his damn memory. Either way, it's pretty damn annoying. At that moment, I made up my mind—I no longer wanted to tell him anything. It was clear he was playing dumb, and I had better things to do. I wanted to help him, and if he couldn't see that, then so be it. I'd simply follow through with what I was asked to do. After all, here I was, trying to assist him, and he was acting like a complete moron. Fine, I'd take him to his funeral, and he could figure it out himself.

"No, tell me. What are you talking about?" he asked, following me as I tried to leave. You should know! He swiftly closed the door just as I was about to open it, then pressed closer. His hands found my waist, and his lips met mine. "Tell me, Danny..." he murmured, his lips trailing down my jawline. I brushed my fingers along his neck, entwining them behind his head as he began to suck and nibble the sensitive skin of my neck. My head leaned back against the closed door behind us, and I let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Kol pulled back slightly, his voice low and intense. "Tell me what you were talking about."

"You can't seduce me into... Fuck.." he started again. I raised my leg and he gripped it almost violently, which turned me on even more. Kolton kissed my lips again then left me off the ground so that my legs were wrapped around him and my ass was in his hands. He turned us around and walked back to the bed, where we plopped down. Kol instantly pulled off my top and then went to undo my jeans.

"Fuck, Kolton, stop," I muttered and began to push him off. "Kol, stop."

"What the fuck, Danny?" he asked me as he pushed himself off. He remained hovered over me but didn't move any closer. I shook my head. "I just..."

He chuckled. "Oh so now you're shy? Got it once now you're all good?"

"No, man, of course I want you, Jesus Christ, I'm not stupid. I just have a lot to think about." I found myself in a total dilemma, wrestling with conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to spill the beans, spill everything to Kolton. But then, another part was terrified of what could unfold if I did. What if I laid it all out, and he freaked out and ran away? To fucking Mexico or sum shit?  And what about Boris and Har? Their menacing threats hovered over me like a dark cloud. If I let Kolton in on this, would that spell the end for me? On the flip side, if I kept quiet and led him unknowingly into a deadly trap, would I be responsible for his death? Yes, of course, I would. These thoughts weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I grappled with the agonizing uncertainty of it all.

"What was the text about?" he asked me and pushed himself off so that he was sitting up. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of times. "This," I lied, "But that was then."

"Fuck off, Danny."

I chuckled softly and leaned up then placed my lips on his. My fingers went down his chest to his crotch and my eyebrows went up. I pulled away and smirked. I undid his jeans and moved down to the ground, taking his jeans and boxers down as well. "You're lucky I'm in a giving mood," I smirked. At that moment, I just needed a distraction. It's kind of my go-to move in life, you know? Whenever things get too crazy or complicated, I find something to occupy my mind. It's like my personal shield against all the messiness that life throws at me, whether it's my own problems or someone else's drama. So, with all this uncertainty hanging over me, I clung to the idea of distraction, hoping it would give me a break from the chaos.

"Shut the fuck up and suck it, Danny," Kol said and shoved my head towards him. I kissed him softly and blinked up into his eyes. I stuck my tongue out and licked it slowly. "Ah shit, stop teasing me."

"It's fun." I smiled and almost laughed.

"Just-" I took him into my mouth and he instantly put his hand to my head, directing me as I bobbed. I rolled my eyes at how controlling he actually was, but never stopped pleasing him.

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"You didn't leave?" Lukas questioned, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I tried to act nonchalant, but I couldn't help but feel self-conscious under his scrutiny. Did I look as disheveled as he was making it seem? I nervously bit my bottom lip, avoiding looking down at my clothes or the mirror in the bathroom.

"I, um, I didn't," I stammered, my voice failing to sound confident. Why was I lying? It wasn't any of Lukas's business who I slept with, but the awkwardness of the situation made me uneasy, especially given that it was his twin brother.

"You were with Kolton?" Lukas asked, an edge of curiosity in his tone. I wondered why he kept asking when he clearly already knew the answer. I didn't owe him any explanations about my personal life.

"Yeah. I had to talk to him. It was important." 

"Talk?" he said. I swallowed and nodded my head, trying to sound casual. "Yep. Uh glad to see you're outside the room."

Lukas's reaction caught me off guard as he turned around and walked away, muttering something under his breath. I couldn't let him off the hook so easily, not when he was clearly upset.

"Seriously, Lukas," I called after him, annoyance creeping into my voice. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's bothering you. We're friends, remember? Friends are supposed to share stuff." He scoffed and limped his way into the bedroom, and I followed. Did I just refer to him as my friend? Well, I guess "friend" might be stretching it a bit. When he was inside his bedroom, he closed it on my face. Perfect.

Lukas sighed audibly, and the door to his room flung open. He looked at me, a mix of frustration and resignation in his eyes. "Because you were right," he admitted.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Right about what?"

He gestured for me to come into his room, and I followed him as he headed to his bed. As he sat down, I took a seat beside him.

"My family sucks," Lukas confessed, running a hand through his hair. I couldn't help but notice that he needed a haircut, but now probably wasn't the best time to bring that up. Lukas continued, "My brother, my twin, has been happily playing house with you, of all people, more than he's bothered to step into my room and check on me. Carl honestly doesn't give a single shit and I haven't really seen Anna since at the hospital. It's like I'm quite literally in this by myself." I blinked to the ground, feeling as awkward as ever. I'm not very good at comforting people, I never really know what to do or say. Lukas continued, "Can you imagine? I've spent more time with you, the guy who is responsible for me almost dying, than my own blood. That's insane, Danny." I blinked up when he called my name.

Now he looked confused. Poor thing. It seemed he was finally grasping what I had understood since the moment I encountered them. How had it taken him this long? I had no idea about the reasons behind their behavior, but one thing was certain—I wanted no part in a "family" like this. "Look, dude, don't get upset, get even."

"I'm not an idiot like you, Daniel. And it would make no sense to get even, it'll just break up the family even more. Your methods don't always work."

"Yeah well, I tried. I gotta go." My attempt to leave this right here failed because Lukas spoke again.

"Back to Kol?" I stared at him. He's jealous as hell of his brother--he's practically turning green. I blinked back to the door and then to him again. "Question," I spoke, "Would you hand your brother over in the hands of danger to save your own life?"

He furrowed his eyebrows then opened his mouth to say something, but closed it after. A few seconds of silence and I just stood there staring at him for the answer.

"I don't know," he finally said, "Maybe. I know he'll probably do that to me."

"So, Kolton's a bad guy, huh?" I asked cautiously. "Just to you, or...?"

"Kolton is an asshole," Lukas reiterated, his expression a mix of anger and sadness. "He does stupid things without any regard for the consequences, and he doesn't care about anyone."

I couldn't help but feel for Lukas, even though I'd had my own issues with Kolton. Twins were supposed to be close, right? My eyes remained on him for a while. This is insane.

"Why does it even matter to you? You already fucked him probably over a dozen times."

"Not exactly a dozen." I smiled. Lukas looked at me as though I just insulted his dead mother.

"That's not the point, Daniel."

"I felt like that was one of those things I had to make crystal clear to you."

"No. You don't. I don't really want to know that. Trust me, I don't." Lukas said and shook his head. I chuckled softly and walked to him to sit beside him on his bed. He stared at me and part of me thought he was going to shove me off. But he didn't do that.

I sighed softly. "Probably won't be doing that anymore."

"Finally came to your senses?" Lukas asked me and I swear I saw a smile play on his lips.

"Something's going to happen and he'll most likely hate me," If he survives... "So I mean... might as well start hating me now..."

My eyes were on his floor. I didn't want to look at him because I know what I'm going to do is pretty fucked up. But I can't fucking die. As much as I enjoy Kolton, I'm not risking my life for him. It's becoming painfully evident that Boris and Har aren't messing around when it comes to tracking down Kolton, and there is no way I'm getting involved in that.

"Withholding sex? Hmm, great plan." He had a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone. It was cute, but it was definitely not the time to be joking around.

"You're joking around, for once, and I'm being so serious."

"For once," he said. I smiled and shook my head. I pat his thigh the stood up from the bed. He looked up at me. "I gotta go."

"At least try to go through with it." He said to me. I furrowed my eyebrows. Does he want me to give his brother away? "The no sex thing."

"Oh." I laughed. "That's a real challenge."

"Is it?"

"I don't know if you realize this but your brother is the definition of sex and it's extremely hard to resist." I bit my bottom lip softly. "But don't worry, I could always come to you. Wouldn't you like that?"

"For god sake, Daniel, I'm not interested in you."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." I rolled my eyes, "Call me when you need me." He didn't reply so I left the room. These twins are fucking me up. Lukas is for it--he low-key wants me to do it. Kolton would try to kill me but he won't be able to, and he'll absolutely hate me, more than I think he already does. The entire family would hate me. But I don't really like them, so it doesn't bother me... kind of.