CHAPTER FOUR

– brAN –

What a clusterfuck. Second day on the job and this shit happens. I'm pretty sure my sister and I will have to pack up and leave town. Dee is standing in front of Heath, and I might have thought the guy was there to kill Dee when I saw the gun, but when he spoke it was clear he was there to kill Heath.

Point is, it didn't matter who he was there for. He sealed his fate when he shot my sister and threatened to kill both.

I grab Dee's shoulder, check the bullet wound, and grumble, "Dammit, Dee."

"Hey, again, this shit isn't my fault," Dee grumbles, referring to her witnessing the shit that landed our asses in this town.

"Not your fault then, not your fucking fault now. You're just very unlucky in fucked-up situations," I state. "Come on, we need to get this looked at." Turning toward the dead body, I wince. "Shit. Do we need to make a run for it or wait till the cops come and explain–"

"You two aren't going anywhere," Heath snaps and my gaze collides with his. "You two better start explaining why I'm seeing double. I might have hit my head when I was shoved out of the way by…fuck, who the fuck is who here?"

"Austin is on his way and called it in," Hayden states when he comes to a stop next to his twin.

My shoulders sag and I point at my sister. "My twin, Dee. I'm Bran."

"Brandee." Hayden snickers. "Nice touch, babes."

"So, you two share one job, one life, and screw with everyone for your own entertainment?" Heath snarls.

Anger overwhelms me due to his judgmental tone. That asshole has no idea what my sister witnessed, what we went through by losing our father, the consequences, the fear, and ultimately the decision to make a clean break and hope we can move on with our lives. Even if we know there's still blowback to deal with and aren't safe until it's all over.

It's why the gun in my hand is now pointing at Heath. "We share the life we live for the outside world, but we don't screw with people, and certainly don't assume anything about me or my sister before knowing all the details."

"Put the gun down," Hayden growls from my left.

I don't take my gaze from Heath, even when I hear my twin snarl, "Point your piece somewhere else, asshole."

"Need I remind you of the fact that I had to kill someone because I clearly heard him say he'd shoot Dee so he could get to you? How's that for screwing with people?" I snap and add in a roar, "Screwing with fucking lives. You're right, let's question my sanity right now because I feel like shooting your judgmental ass too. Ha, I guess you have that effect on people, eh? Wanting to shoot you."

"Bran, put the gun down," my sister softly states.

"Give her some space, man. She has a point there, bro, it's their business, not ours. Bran did save your ass," Hayden tells his twin while we are still locked in what feels like a death glare contest.

The rumble of a bike causes a wave of fear to crash through my veins. My arm swings in the direction of the next possible threat.

Heath's arms surround me, one slides over my belly, and the other easily disarms me while he pulls my back tightly to his front. "Easy there. That's Austin. He used to be a member of our MC, his father still is. Austin is a member of Broken Deeds ever since he knocked up his old lady who's a daughter of one of their members. The president of Broken Deeds is Archer, my cousin. See? Family by blood. All good."

"How is that good when there's a patrol car pulling up right behind him?" I hiss.

I feel the vibration of his soft laughter. "Watch, babe, you'll see."

I grit my teeth to prevent myself from snarling at the president of an MC that I don't freaking trust bikers. Yesterday should have been a huge red flag with me witnessing Heath lecturing Lyla, then the incidents with the headbutt and all, and now this. Life and death…mainly death and destruction clings to bikers.

Panic hits me and I suck in a quick breath to seem calm when I state, "Let me go. Clearly, you guys are able to handle everything."

The warmth covering my back along with the arm holding me secure in place disappears. I could have easily fought him, but with his twin also palming a gun there's no telling how the situation would blow up in my face.

I whirl around and hold out my hand. "Give me my gun back."

Heath slowly shakes his head and his gaze shifts to something over my shoulder. "Austin, good to see you, brother. Hayden will give you a quick rundown of what happened. I'm going to take these two ladies inside, come see us when you're done here."

He's pushing between my shoulder blades to get me moving, but I keep myself rooted to the ground. Dee huffs and snatches my wrist to tug me in the direction of the tattoo shop.

Once we step inside, I grumble, "Why go here instead of the gym? Oh, I get it, we're not allowed in there and are fired, right? Yeah. No worries, we'll slip out the door and you'll never see us again. Come on, Dee, let's go."

"You're not going anywhere," Heath states with a hard voice. "Now sit your ass down and start explaining how you think it's o-fucking-kay to apply for a job as one person while taking turns working."

I'm a few inches away from his face when I growl, "I don't owe you shit. Especially since I just saved your damn life, so if anything you owe me."

"My sister is right," Dee quips and is now standing shoulder to shoulder with me. "We don't owe you shit, and you should be thankful she saved your ugly ass with you getting me shot. Which, by the way, hurts like a mofo. Also, Brandee Bray quit. You and your twin share the president patch–yeah, I noticed–my sister and I share the burdens of life as well. The reasons why are between twins, you being one should understand."

"What the hell happened?" Blue screeches when she steps inside the shop, a large bag thrown over her shoulder. "Hayden messaged me that someone needed medical attention. Dude. I haven't had any booze yet, but I swear I'm seeing double. Bran… are you aware there are two of you? And one of you is bleeding. Shit. Sit."

"Shit, sit." Dee snickers.

"Shut it, Dee," I grumble. "Sorry, Blue. I swear we don't have any ulterior motives, we just–"

"Like to share the burdens of life, split the good and bad? Yeah, I raised twins. So, Dee, eh? Nice Brandee…Bran and Dee. You two even share one name and can chop it right in two. Sit, Dee. Heath, make sure Bran is okay, get her a cup of coffee or something. Hey, Dee…have you met Hayden?"

"We're not hooking up with your sons," I mutter when I feel Heath wrap his fingers around my upper arm. "We're leaving town. Today. Any minute now actually."

Dee hisses when Blue's gloved-covered fingers poke at the bullet wound in her upper arm.

I try to yank my arm free from Heath's grip and growl, "Let me be with my sister, you asshole."

His lips are beside my ear when he rumbles, "Give her and my mother the room to attend to the wound."

I don't like it, but I know he's right. It's the only reason I rip my arm from his grip and stomp further into the shop.

"Where am I going? Your mother mentioned coffee." I throw a glance over my shoulder. "I was going to get some after I dropped Dee off at the gym, but I was checking my phone for the grocery list I made and then I saw that fucker come up to you two."

"Thank fuck you stepped up," Heath states and places his hand on my lower back to guide me in the direction of a room in the back.

A massive coffee machine, looking mighty professional, sits on the counter. "You guys take your coffee seriously."

"You've met my mother, right? Coffee, tequila, family, brotherhood, loyalty, and respect. Each of those is a special brand that needs to be respected. Hence the professional machine here, in the apartment above the gym, at the clubhouse, her house…hell, she gave my twin and I, and my sisters one when they moved out."

"You have sisters?" I question while I cross my arms and lean against the wall, watching him fire up the machine.

"Yep, twins. They moved away, though. Makayla cut ties with the MC a long time ago…the second she became a doctor, actually." Heath shrugs. "Everyone's entitled to live their own lives but Makayla and Baton, a former member of Broken Deeds, fucked shit up between our MCs. Cutting ties is sometimes the best choice for everyone…or to keep the peace. They're still very happily married together living their lives, though."

"That's the bazillionth time you mentioned Broken Deeds. I get it, there's a bond between your MC and theirs. Sweet and all, but I'm just here for a cup of coffee while I wait for my sister to be patched up so we can leave."

He turns and hands me a steaming mug. "You're not leaving and neither is your twin."

"Yeah, you keep repeating that as well…also not your decision." I close my eyes when I inhale the scent of the perfect coffee. "Damn," I croon in delight and gently blow before I take a sip.

Heath snorts. "Such a girl."

I narrow my eyes at the annoying man. "Such a girl? You make me out to be a freaking teenager sucking on a lollipop with that statement."

The corner of his mouth twitches. "No way I'm seeing you as a teenager, babe. Well, maybe an adult version of it wearing a tiny cheerleader outfit and replacing the lollipop for my cock, then yeah." He swallows hard and his eyes dilate as he stares at my mouth.

Great. Now I have a craving for cock. I haven't had sex in ages, and the last time was a one-night stand I'd rather not talk about. The guy might have had a nice-looking cock, but it only had one gear and the whole thing was over in two speedy bumps. Zero stars, do not recommend and will not try again.

If I allow myself another hookup? The guy needs to at least invoke a pleasure boost between my legs, 'cause the last experience left me very unsatisfied. The one-night stand I mentioned might have had the confidence talk and whole bad guy vibe, but his selfishness between the sheets made my belief in great sex evaporate like snow on a sunny day.

It wasn't between the sheets, it was a bend me over the sink in the bathroom of a bar thing. Maybe not the best idea, but me and my twin have a deal that we don't take men home. Not that we fuck every cock we encounter. Though, Heath did tick all the boxes and I was bound to kiss him for more than a few moments.

My gaze drops to his crotch. Yeah, the heat this man is packing gives me the impression he's got something nice hiding in his pants. However, history shows that having the right equipment doesn't get the job done. He does give off a badass vibe, and he is a president of an MC, has tattoos and muscles, is tall, and has a huge bulge his hand is now palming to shift it into a more comfortable position.

A throat is cleared. "Keep trying to burn through my jeans with that heated gaze and I'll whip it out to give it to you. Down your throat, inside your tight pussy, spray cum over your tits, fuck your ass…one, all, as long as I get to put my mouth on your pussy 'cause I'm dying for a taste, and it'll be safe enough not to get another headbutt."

I don't know if it was his intention or not, but instead of being aroused or insulted by his crude words, I bark out a laugh instead.

My breath catches when he rumbles a low growl and stalks forward to cage me in. All humor instantly leaves my body, and when I feel his lower body press against my belly? Feeling his hard bulge grind against me? Yeah, I instinctively know sex with this man will be very satisfying because my pussy is tingling and my panties are soaked with just being in his close proximity.

My hands are locked between our bodies when his lips close in on mine. I want to wrap my arms around his neck to speed up things; I want his lips on mine right freaking now. Except, the heat inside my veins is replaced by the burning of my breasts.

"Ouch," I hiss and we both jump apart.

The mug I was holding before my mind was consumed with lust clatters onto the floor, along with the rest of the coffee that isn't covering the front of my chest, and Heath's.

"Motherfucker," Heath growls and glares at the mug. "Why the fuck does something stop us from kissing every damn time?"

Yeah, that's definitely questionable.

"Fuck it," he grunts and steps over the mug, grabs the back of my neck and then his mouth is covering mine.

Sensual lips caress mine, the feeling allows waves of tingles to crash through my veins. I grab a fistful of his leather cut to keep me grounded while his tongue duels with mine. Lust overtakes my brain and I want nothing more than to rip his pants from his body and impale myself on his cock.

Screw being agitated by this frustrating man, screw the fact that I just took a life to save two others, screw anything except this moment right here where my body is flaming up with tingles of pleasure.

Heath groans into my mouth and walks forward to pin me to the wall behind me. One of his hands starts to rub between my legs. My panties were already drenched and I'm sure he can feel it through the thin fabric of my pants.

"Oh, golly, you guys kissed and made up," my sister dryly states and I rip my mouth from his.

I place my forehead against his chest and grumble, "You're still alive today because of me, Dee. Quit while you're ahead and leave us the fuck alone."

Heath places his large hand on the back of my head and I can feel him close, as if he's breathing in my scent before he says, "Solid advice. Leave us."

"Tie a knot in that cock of yours 'cause you don't have the time to get it wet," Hayden states. "You need to come out here and handle this fucked-up situation, Prez. Besides, didn't we have a celibacy pact in place? How many fucking hours did it last, eh? Well, if you're throwing your cock into the wind, so am I. Besides, if we each take a twin, is that considered breaking our one on one only twice rule?"

"One on one only twice?" I mutter. "What the fuck is that about?"

"That's disgusting." Dee punches Hayden against his shoulder and turns to face me when she says, "I'm guessing they fuck the same girl twice, making her think she gets to fuck both twins while in fact she gets only two turns by the same guy."

I calmly fill my lungs and place my palms against Heath's chest to push him away. "Nice formula to prevent comparison. So glad we won't be doing anything and will be gone as soon as we can get out of here."

"I'll need you to sign a few papers first, then you'll be free to leave," an indifferent voice states and I glance at the doorway to see Austin, the mountain of a man who is covered in ink, and I mean every inch of skin the man is showing, even his head.

"Not completely free to leave," another man says beside Austin.

"What's up, VP?" Heath asks from behind me.

"Austin mentioned some stuff when they ran Brandee Bray's name. It was clear she didn't exist three months ago. So, I texted the name to Casey and asked if he could ask one of his FBI buddies. Turns out…these two are in some shit…the witness protection kind."

All eyes land on us. "So?" I snap. "What the fuck does our situation have to do with the fact that my sister almost got killed just now because someone wanted to off Heath?"

"Nothing," VP guy states. "But since you two came to this town and just settled…it definitely won't be in your favor to up and leave to go fuck knows where."

"Agreed," Heath states.

I turn my head to glare at the guy. "Not your call, asshole."

"Are we free to leave?" Dee asks Austin.

Austin gives a tight nod. "I'm going to need the gun that was used to fire off the shots. It'll go into the books that I'm the one who fired the shots. The fucker was on the most wanted list and the authorities are happy to cross off this fucker's name."

"Shit," I grumble and glance at Dee.

"There goes our protection," she whispers back.

"You two need to take the girls to the clubhouse. I have to change Dee's dressing tonight and again over the next few days. There's enough space to give each of them a room or they can share one, whatever they prefer," Blue states.

"It's the safest option," Heath agrees. "We don't know if one of his buddies was watching from a distance. If so, they know Bran was the one who pulled the trigger."

"Fuck," I snap.

"Double fuck," Dee snaps along with me.

We share a look and I sigh in defeat as I turn to Blue. "Fine, we'll accept a room at the clubhouse…for one night."

Blue beams a smile and I get the feeling she's up to something other than keeping us safe.