I am for you

Chapter 7. Not everything ends well

Twins are 20-23 years old. Paris.

Laurent was finally able to find a couple of days off between medical school, practice at the city hospital, and private practice.

He slept, he was about to warm and hard at the same time. And it looks like he's sleeping on the floor. Don't care. Yesterday Laurent had to sleep in a hospital chair near the bed of a seriously wounded patient. On the floor, at least you can stretch the body. The delicious aroma of food teased his nose and Laurent had to open his eyes, rolling over onto his stomach. Before his eyes, on the floor, appeared a deliciously smelling plate of food—mashed potatoes and steak with some salad.

- Thanks, babe! -  Laurent thanked loudly into space, as it was difficult to see where the twin was from the floor. Their relationship has changed. Laurent never thought that he and Larry could have an even closer relationship as if they did not remember the moment they got married. But still, due to his busy schedule, Loran knew almost nothing about his brother's life, except for the rare appearances of Larry in the clinic or Laurent's office, in the very one where he provided medical assistance to not the most pleasant people. Sometimes he brought food, and sometimes he needed to be treated. The guys from the hospital teased them, calling them husband and wife, to which Laurent hugged his brother by the forearm, nuzzled his cheek, and was glad that his brother was still alive.
Larry is in trouble again. This time, a not-very-smart Mexican came to Paris and began to bend his order. And he was itching to get Laurent for his use. As people from the street reported, he lured Laurent to him with large sums, but he only laughed in his face. And the Mexican made a mistake. He decided to come to their house, tie Larry up and try to motivate Laurent to work only for him. But Diablo has never been so wrong in his life.

Laurent had a bad day and an even worse night. He was not at home for almost a week, and when he finally crossed the threshold of the apartment, he looked rather indifferently at what was happening.

- Larry, come on, I told you not to take work home! I'm not dragging half-dead bandits to our house, to your favorite sofa! - Leaving the bag somewhere in the corridor, Laurent, barely moving his legs from fatigue, wandered into the kitchen, along the way stretching his aching body from hours of work. How tired he is. It had been a bloody week, and there were too many assignments at the university. Laurent dreamed of a delicious dinner prepared by his twin and a warm and soft bed, perhaps with the identical twin at his side, so that he could sleep better. But Larry, bound hand and foot, annoyed like a ruffled sparrow, with a gun put to his temple, absolutely ruined Laurent's plans for this evening.

- And this is for you, my brother! He says the gun to my head should help you make the right decision. - Larry snorted indignantly. He was a little offended by the twin's indifference to the situation in general and the lack of concern for his life in particular. And what difference does it make that in the last five or six years, they've lost count of how many times they've been linked to blackmail?

- Yes? - Laurent drank water from a glass, studying the Mexican sitting in the armchair and another who held his brother at gunpoint. Does it seem that he has already seen these guys somewhere... - Remind me who you are? - Laurent turned his back to the living room, apparently ignoring the intruders and the bound twin, and began checking the pots and pans on the stove for food. He even looked into the oven and refrigerator and sighed in disappointment.

- Diablo. And if you don't work for me, you will both die. Diablo tried to keep a cool face and not show concern at the lack of any response from Laurent.

- Cool motivation. - Laurent drummed his fingers on the tabletop. - And you are so brave. Larry, did you cook dinner? - Laurent glared at his brother indignantly, as if Larry didn't have a gun to his head.

- My bad, - Larry shrugged. - I have a gun to my head, I couldn't take care of your food.

- When it was a problem for you. Okay, now. - Laurent leaned over the kitchen counter to grab something. It turned out to be the gun he threw at his brother. - Now get rid of them and finally feed me!

Laurent was calm, and Diablo was furious. How did Larry free his hands? Were they tied with a thick rope? And he tried to get up and sneak out quietly while Larry dealt with his guys. But Laurent caught him before he even got up from the couch, pointing a rather large caliber pistol.

- I speak for the last time, I work myself. I treat everyone who pays. You are new to this city. But this is the last warning. If you don't understand, I can make a huge hole in your friend and have you wash the blood off my carpet. If you need help, you pay first. Some upfront, some after I'm done.

Diablo had to agree. But he held a grudge.

***

Larry missed his brother. Studying and working as a doctor occupied Laurent all the time, and he almost stopped appearing at home. And from nothing to do, he got a permanent girl. Laurent didn't know it yet, and Larry didn't know how to tell him. Moreover, Lylah wants to live together.

Larry took so long that his girlfriend managed to get pregnant. They lived together, but this only happened when Laurent left to study on an exchange in Germany for a year. And he returned just when Lylah was in her fifth month of pregnancy.

Yes, Laurent visited several times, but they could not even talk about anything, just enjoying the time together.

Therefore, both were surprised when they collided in the maternity ward. It turns out that one of Laurent's girls, the most bitchy, got pregnant and went to the hospital with contractions, just as Larry came to pick up Lylah and Lilo. They collided at the reception desk.

And these events upset them even more. Larry tried to lead a legal and legitimate life and care for his daughter, while Laurent tried to do everything to see his daughter for at least five minutes. Eva turned out to be not the most pleasant person and very much in love with money and drugs, and not her daughter. The twins had too many personal problems to pay attention to each other. They just hoped that one-day things would get better and they would be as close again as before...