Chapter 12

12

PRINCE

B ’s right. Finn only needs a few cocktails to warm up. Some good songs and a few chicks who treat him like their party brother.

Things don’t come naturally to our flower. Even I see that.

There might be many things me and Bran don’t automatically understand about emotions, but for some reason, they come easy with Finn. Have been for the past year, ever since we started fantasizing about him.

“Is the place burning yet?” Bran asks. We’re leaning side by side against the bar, watching Finn dance. Other drunk classmates are dancing and singing around him.

“Yep.” I show him the live footage on my telephone screen.

Bran whistles. “Nice. Too bad those damn trailers burn quick.”

“Hmm. Well, at least it’s another thing ticked off the list.”

“Want to tell me what crawled up the dad’s ass? He was furious when he saw David coming out of the restrooms.”

I pocket my phone and point my chin to where the sponsors stand together, talking. “Same thing as what these guys all have in common. Fear for the public opinion. Shame. And Daddy has plenty of that, with an athlete son who struggles at college and prefers dick, despite the girlfriend he flaunts around.”

“So?” Bran nudges me in the side. “Come on, what did you tell him?”

I smile and take a drink from my cocktail. “These are a little too sweet for my taste.”

“Oh, come on,” Bran groans.

I chuckle. “I told Daddy about the cameras.”

“The cameras?” Bran frowns.

“Hmm. I told him that the owner of the asylum caught his son sneaking around the property last night on camera illegally. An authorization to visit the property had been issued to Finn Anderson but not to the other four students.” I bump the point of his shoe with mine. “Did you know that a burglary charge is classified as a Class B felony?”

Bran whistles. “Fuck me.”

“Can you imagine what being caught on camera fucking another guy would look like? Regardless of whether it truly happened.” I smirk. “Anyway, Daddy and I agreed on the matter. He apologized beautifully. He told me he tried his best but that his son was trouble. I told him I’d keep him quiet for now. He thanked me, and I watched him storm off to have a discussion with David.”

We both laugh and watch Finn spins one of the girls by her hand, making her giggle.

I take Bran’s hand in mine and squeeze. “I think it’s about time we call it a night. We don’t want David to wait too long to get his revenge.”

Bran snorts. “Revenge. I bet that’s what he wants. But what he’ll get instead is death.”

My cock twitches at the promise. “He does. First, we’ll give him what he deserves, and then I get to fuck you. This night can’t get any better.”

Bran snorts. “You’re such a romantic.”

“Yeah.” I kick myself off the bar. “I am. Just watch me. By the way,” I turn over my shoulder, “I still haven’t seen him in lace yet.”

“He looks delicious,” Bran shouts over the music.

Finn looks up when he sees me coming. He blushes.

“Hi, baby.” Pressing my chest against his back, I lean my chin on the top of his head, inviting him to sway his hips to the rhythm with me.

Finn turns to face me, his eyes shining behind his glasses. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

“For what?” I ask in his ear.

“For seeing me,” he whispers.

I barely hear the words, but I feel them. And perhaps we are not so different after all.Bran and I have always avoided other people. We had each other. Besides, coming from a family with status, money, and secrets buried as deeply as ours made us selective.

I plant kisses on Finn’s temple while he drinks from my cocktail. Watching his lips sucking from that straw is enough to make my blood travel south. “Hmm..” I hum against his skin, and he shivers. “I want to see you fuck Bran again.”

He chokes on his drink and flushes. “You always do that.”

I just chuckle, reveling at his choice of words.

Always . As if we’ve known each other for eternity.

At the end of the party, we drag Finn out to the car. Anticipation is slowly building in my gut.

Finn is animated, and all smiles as he talks to Bran about the night. He yawns a few times, giving me small, bashfull glances as he does. Two minutes later, he’s fast asleep and tucked against my chest.

We continue the rest of the journey in a silence that’s only interrupted by the voices in my mind.

Blood.

Death.

Sex.

I want violence. I want fear. I want begging—sweet, sweet sobs.

My skin prickles with awareness when the car drives through the gates of the asylum.

There .

Jim pulls up to the asylum with the car’s bright lights on. Tree branches hang low like loose hands that swing in the wind as if welcoming us home.

There are footsteps in the snow. An unorganized pattern of feet that have left their imprint everywhere. They headed toward the house before breaking off and turning toward the forest. I’m still trying to figure out how many of them there are when Jim turns over his shoulder. “Do you wish for me to load the glock?”

“Yes,” Bran says. He looks my way. “How many of them are there?”

I look outside and stare into the inky-black darkness of the forest. “I’m not sure. I didn’t see his little group of friends at the party, but that doesn’t mean they’ve come here.”

Bran chuckles, and then his fingertips brush over my hand, running his hand up and over my jacket until it reaches for my collar. I shiver when his fingers connect to my throat. “I love it when you get all feral,” my brother murmurs.

I swallow, and his fingers trace how my Adam’s apple bobs. My dick fills, and I finally turn to meet his gaze.

His lips curl into a wicked grin. One I haven’t been able to resist since my teenage self got surprised by the torture of hormones.

How is it possible that my identical twin gets me all hard and bothered?

“Love it when you look at me like that.” Bran bites his lower lip, then swipes it with his tongue.

I groan and let him dig his nails into my neck and pull me closer. His lips, warm and full, hover over mine while our eyes search each other’s.

“What are you looking for?” He asks. His hot breath against my lips makes my cock throb.

“For chaos. For pain.”

“Yesss.” His lips part, and his tongue darts out, sweeping over my lips as he hums. I moan impatiently. “What else?” He asks.

“For you. And me.”

“Somewhere safe, where we can be,” Bran finishes softly.

It’s the rhyme we made as teenagers when we discovered our obsession with one another.

My hand reaches out to cup Finn’s hair, and I’m not surprised when it partially lands on Bran’s hand. He thought the same—this insane obsession now includes our flower. He will become part of us like we will become part of him.

It was always meant to be.

“I’ve come to kill,” I say. “To finish what should never have started in the first place.”

“For David making Finn’s life hell.”

“Yes. Him touching Finn.”

“Because he’s ours.”

“That’s right, brother.” I lean in and capture B’s lips with mine.

His mouth parts, giving me access. I kiss him hungrily, my tongue swiping against his as we play. He smells like cocktail and Christmas, and fuck me, if that doesn’t make me feral. Before this night is over, I will have my brother on all fours while he’s getting fucked by both me and Finn.

“Gentlemen…” Jim interrupts. “There’s something you should see. Now .”

Someone steps up in our headlights.

I let out an appreciative whistle. “Dude, you got him good, didn’t you?”

“I did.” Bran sounds proud.

David’s face is hardly recognizable. It’s littered with bruises, and he has a black eye.

“Fuck, he looks like an art piece. We should wake Finn.” Bran whispers. “Let him draw this perfect picture.”

David takes a few steps toward the car, glaring furiously.

“Jim. Give him something to be pissed about,” I say.

“Yes, sir.” Jim smiles and floors the car, throwing some snow up.

David’s eyes widen as he sees us coming. For a brief moment, I fear he might let himself be ran over. Then he jumps out of the way.

Thank fuck.

“Hiehaa!” Bran calls out in his usual delirious-sexy-as-fuck-way. He finds my mouth and kisses me once more, hard and demanding this time.

Beneath us, Finn stirs before his pretty eyes flutter open. “Where are we?” He mumbles sleepily.

Both our hands brush through his hair. “We’re home, flower,” I say. “Jim, park the car around the corner.”

We go inside and straight for the video room with its oversized couch.

After giving Jim his orders, he slips away, and I make Finn and I comfortable on the couch while I watch Bran turning the lights to the tree. When he lights some fancy candle, the room fills with spice.

The screen fills with video footage from inside the asylum’s corridors and outside the forest.

“What are we looking at?” Finn asks. He yawns. “Can’t we just go to bed?”

“Yes, sleep, sweetheart.” I brush my lips over his forehead.

Bran joins us on the couch next to Finn, covering us with a warm blanket.

“And now we wait,” B says.

Finn has fallen back asleep.

“He’d better make it quick,” my brother grumbles. “I’m horny and tired. Not sure about the order. Fuck me, these past two days have been non-stop. Never thought I would actually be looking forward to Christmas and doing nothing for a day or two.”

I hum my agreement. Last night felt like an eternity, but we finally captured what we wanted. Then today felt like some sweet victory, shopping with Finn and spoiling our flower.

And after tonight, we will cut the weeds that torment his life and set him free within our boundaries.

Free to do what his passion whispers in his heart.

“Castor?” Bran asks drowsily. He is sprawled against Finn’s back.

“Hmm?”

“Wake me up when something happens, okay?”

“Hmm.” But my own eyes flutter shut as well, and then…nothing.