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“I love you to hell and back, Remington, but for the love of Satan… Please stop mom’ing me to death. I’d prefer your knife in my thigh at this point.”

My arms are crossed over my chest as I scowl down at the petulant expression on my twin’s face. She’s pale, too thin, and still recovering from a bullet that grazed her arm. Makes me want to stab those motherfuckers at least thirty more times for what they did to her.

“You say mom’ing. I say taking care of my sister who was in an accident, spent two weeks in a medically induced coma, then fought her way through several attackers before being shot in the arm and promptly passing out.”

Etta nonchalantly shrugs like none of that is a big deal. “Just another day in the life, dear sister. Anyways, we have more important things to discuss.”

“You mean like the murderous bastard child Rock never told either of us about? Or maybe the fact that he’s a fucking FBI agent hellbent on me turning myself over to him? As if . Or maybe you want to finally fill me in on the whole you and Big Mack situation?” I tap my lip, enjoying the way my twin is currently squirming in her bed. “Of course, there’s also the fact that you now have a CIA agent doting on you. Which would you like to start with?”

Her deadly glare slides to meet my matching one. “None of the above, thank you very much.”

“Oh? And what could possibly be more important than any of that?”

“Viper’s dick.”

I blink, bile rushing up my throat at the memory of it inches from my face. My hand goes to my mouth as I gag.

“I see you remember the slimy sausage, as Saint calls it.” One eyebrow raises. “Do you need a bucket?”

Swallowing harshly, I growl, “No, I do not need a bucket, and why the fuck do we need to talk about Viper’s dick?”

“You see… I cut it off and have kept it on ice since the attack. I made a promise to myself, and you by association, that when we found the person who was setting us up, they’d get a lovely little care package in the mail. Sir Fuck Nugget won’t even be expecting it when he opens it in his dank little office right inside FBI Headquarters.”

“Let me get this straight. You want to send Viper’s frozen severed dick to Colt at FBI Headquarters?”

“Yup. With a note and two lipstick stain kiss marks for an added touch.”

“Etta, that’s literally handing over our DNA to the FBI with evidence that we murdered a man. Not a smart move. Especially considering I already sent him the middle finger of a woman tied to the club. They could make the connection.”

Her grin is pure evil. “But that DNA also happens to match one Colt Steele or whatever the hell name he goes by there. If they run a DNA comparison, his would also come up as a potential match because all agents have to submit their DNA during the hiring process.”

Well, I’ll be damned. She might be onto something here.

“That’s assuming he didn’t falsify his DNA to get the job.”

“Are you kidding? His ego wouldn’t allow that. Rock’s son, remember?”

The wheels inside my head are turning, and the rough plan that had started to form once my guys were all safe is taking a more definitive shape. This could be step one in the Take Colt Down plan.

“Okay. I’m starting to like where this is going, but we need more. We still don’t know why he wants me to turn myself over to him. What the hell is his endgame?”

“Don’t ask me. I may be a psycho, but he’s next level.”

Stepping closer to the bed, I stare into the face that’s an identical match to my own. How many times did we use that to our advantage since we were little? Teachers, friends, boys—before my trauma. But this is one time I won’t drag my sister into my mess. I’ll come up with a plan that ends the man who has turned our shittastic world upside down, so she’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.

“No matter what, you make sure you’re safe. This baby needs Auntie Etta. Promise me?”

She reaches over and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. “It’s always been you and me, Rem. Before. After. Forever. You hear me? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Even now, when we’re drowning in testosterone?”

She doesn’t even crack a smile. Her face remains serious, her hand squeezing mine. “Even now. Who better to understand what we’re each going through? You’re my other half, Remington. No amount of dicks can change that.”

“I love you to hell and back, Beretta.”

“Ditto, sister. Now…about the dick.”

I gag, which finally cracks the serious expression on my twin’s face. “You know that storage unit I keep in town?”

“Yeah. The one you gave me the code for in case I needed a quick place to hide a body. Which, for the record, is an awful location. Do you even know the meaning of the word discreet, for fuck’s sake?”

She sighs dramatically. “So ungrateful. Anyways … That’s where you’ll find the dick. It’s in the single storage freezer locked inside. Diesel has the key. You’ll have to be quick about it once you have it, cuz that little wiener will decay faster than an ice cube melting in the hot Arizona sun.”

My stomach heaves.

Fuck. I might really be sick.

“So I… What? Package it up in pretty red silk and a fancy box, slap a label and some stamps on it, and send it through the mail?”

“No, silly. Pay a courier to deliver it directly to the office, using a simple label addressed to him. But definitely yes to the red silk and fancy box. That’s a nice touch.”

I run both hands down my face, starting to question my sanity. Of course my twin often has that effect on me.

“Fine. Let me talk to the guys. If they agree, I’ll make it happen.”

“Perfect! Is it weird that I wish we could watch his reaction? I mean… It’s not every day you get to watch your long-lost brother open a surprise dick!”

She’s not wrong. I want to see the look on his face when he realizes that he’s fucked with the wrong sisters. “You know what, I bet Squire could hack into the FBI’s system. Maybe we can catch it all on camera?”

She claps excitedly. “You’re my favorite sister.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m your only sister, soooo…”

Over the next hour, we discuss the current status of her love life, the absolute bliss of mine, and my impending motherhood. It all feels so… normal . Two sisters, sharing their lives and discussing what the future holds. But there’s a dark cloud waiting on the periphery of our happiness, threatening to take away everything we’re fighting so hard for.

I won’t let that happen. Not to me, not to my sister, and not to the men we love.