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4.4 Twin

There was not much he could do to me. If he found the proof he needed, I would get sentenced to death.

Death was better than what they had planned for me for the rest of my life.

"My big brother is being his usual legal self." A man who looked almost exactly like Colt Lewis had entered the room. He was not wearing a suit. That was the big difference. The man was sporting a blank t-shirt with short sleeves and dark jeans.

"Ryland, what are you doing here?" Colt Lewis asked in a hostile voice.

Ryland Lewis was his twin brother. He looked like the bad version of Colt. Where Colt was smoothly correct, Ryland was roughly wrong.

Ryland smirked, "I still have the key, big brother."

I was confused.

Ryland noticed my flustered expression. "I lived here after my rehab stint. Big bro wanted to keep an eye on me. After a while he kicked me out though. He could not handle me. I kept the key."

Colt Lewis did not like that Ryland spilled details of his life. "Stop talking to her, Ryland. She does not need to know."

"Your fucktoy has a brain, you know. If she keeps thinking about what she does not know, her brain will explode," Ryland told him. It was a funny way to say the truth. I tried to hide my smile.

"He has not fucked me, Ryland. Technically, I am not a fucktoy," I told Ryland.

"It is Ry for you, love," Ry replied.

Colt asked him, "What do you want, Ryland?"

"The usual delivery, big bro. Dough. I would ask for coke and x since you have so much of it in store at the police station, but I already know the answer to that," Ry responded. Colt Lewis had a drug-addicted brother who looked like him? I bet that made him churn.

I was curious to see whether he would really give Ry what he asked for.

Instead of saying something, Colt Lewis left his office without another word.

"That escalated quickly," I said, looking at the freshly shut door.

"He is just fetching me my money and then I will leave," Ry responded. He sat down across from me. Ry looked dangerous. Now that he was closer to me, I noticed his teeth while he talked. For a drug addict, they were perfectly formed, he even had a couple of golden implants. I guessed that money made this possible.

Ry asked me about my name. He was better at small talk than his serious brother. In more ways than one he charmed me. Maybe it was because I liked danger.

I was stupid enough to kill rich men with power, of course I was attracted to danger.

"Why does he have you here if he is not fucking you?" Ry asked me all of a sudden. We had been on a nice roll and then he decided to end it.

"I think he is trying to incriminate me," I told him, trying to hide my distress. "He keeps me here, I do nothing all day long. It is very tiring to do nothing."

"I could find you quite a few things to do, love," he said suggestively. His words sent a thrilling shiver to my core. My hormones were speaking up. It had been a long time since I had been taking that way.

I had thought that Colt would quickly solve that problem, but I was left untouched in this home.

"Velvet, you are quite reactive," Ry said. "I have not even touched you and you are already pressing your thighs together."

Damn. I looked down on myself and he was right.

"My brother is clearly missing out," he uttered, observing me closely. I looked at him. His white shirt was inviting me to fix the right sleeve. It was rolled up. I wanted to straighten it down and touch his skin. It seemed to be a source of heat and I wanted more.

"Velvet, you are looking at me like I am your dinner," Ry observed. I watched him talk and I imagined what else his mouth could say and do. "They train you well at the agency."

I exclaimed frustrated, "You talk so much!"

That made him smirk. Ry liked to see me in frustration.

He was thinking about something. Ry asked me, "Do you have anything to do today?"

I saw the look on his face. His question was rhetorical, Ry did not want a mouthed reply. He knew that I was going to do what he expected of me.