HUGE X2: A Twin Stepbrother Romance (With Bonus Book 'ESCAPE')

by Stephanie Brother

“Sammie…I…”

  “It’s okay, Brandon. I know it was just a dream.”

  “Did you wake up sad?”

  “Yeah, but not because of the dream.”

  “Ah, honey. I don’t want to make you sad.”

  “Bran…I just…I need…” Sammie trails off and I’m impatient to know what she’s thinking and feeling.

  “What do you need?” I ask, the hairs prickling on my forearms. I blame it on the room’s cool air but in my heart I know what I’m hoping she’s gonna say.

  “I need you…” She says it so softly I press the phone tight to my ear.

  “Oh, baby,” I say. How easy would it be to say I need her too? Four words that feel so right in my heart but wrong to my head.

  “Do you regret it?” she asks. “Do you regret what happened?”

  I think about last night and the way I’d lost control, that driving pulsing need I’d felt in my fingertips, lips and cock.

  “We shouldn’t have…” I say. “It was all the feelings, we were confused.”

  “I don’t feel confused,” she says, and I blink, shocked. “I can’t stop thinking about you and the way it felt to be with you like that.”

  “Oh god,” I say as my cock twitches in my jeans. I don’t know what I’m doing.

  It’s wrong. I know this. But it feels anything but.

  “I wanted…” She trails off as I cup my erection, squeezing gently as everything comes to life, feeling like I need to cover up the evidence of how much my body wants her from the empty room, and from myself.

  “What did you want?”

  “I wanted you to stay…”

  I sigh loudly and hear her shuffling around in the background. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say, in a voice as quiet as hers. I could have died tonight and thinking about never seeing her again seems even more terrible than it had before.

  “Bran…I’m here for you…whatever you need.”

  “I don’t know what I need,” I say but I don’t know if that’s true. I know I need to get away. I know I want Sammie in my life. I know I want to live differently. I want to escape, but how can I when I know I’ve lived a life that’s put me beyond the point of return? I just have no idea how to get free without fucking everything up in the process.

  “You know…you just have to figure it out.”

  “Sammie…”

  “Yeah, Bran.”

  “Tell me a secret.” It’s a game we used to play. I never felt worried about sharing with her because she never judged. Sammie made it alright for me to just be myself.

  “Mmmm…” She shuffles around again and her breathing gets louder, as though she’s turned onto her side and pressed the phone closer. “It’s been a long time. I have lots of secrets now.”

  “Tell me one. Help me forget what’s going on right now.”

  “Well, how about this? After you left I used to sleep with a photo of you on my pillow.”

  I exhale loudly. I didn’t take a picture of Sammie with me. I knew it would have made things harder for me but for years I would think of her just before I feel asleep.

  “Why did you stop?”

  “Who says I did?” She laughs softly, keeping her voice low and mellow. “I guess I stopped when I realized that you wouldn’t look like the picture anymore. When the boys in my school that were your age started to look like men I couldn’t imagine you accurately anymore.”

  “And now you can.”

  “Now I can.” She sighs. “Bran, we’re not gonna end up strangers again are we?”

  “I don’t want that, Sammie, but I just don’t know…”

  “When we were together it was like…I felt more in those few seconds than I ever have with anyone before.”

  I groan, remembering the frantic feelings that had surged inside me and the terrible stillness I forced onto myself. The hand that’s on my cock squeezes again. “I know.”

  “Tell me a secret, Bran,” she says, seeming to understand my discomfort.

  I have too many to count and so many I could never share with my upstanding stepsister. “I…” I falter, wanting to tell her something so she understands how much she means to me because I might not get another chance. “I never loved anyone the way I love you,” I say, and then, “I’ve got to go, Sammie, okay?”

  “Don’t,” she whispers.

  “I have to…” I hang up before either of us can say anything else. I hold my phone against my chest and imagine her settling back down into her bed, hoping that she’ll get back to sleep and not lie awake thinking too much. After a few minutes I get up and take a shower, putting my boxers back on after and flopping into bed myself.

  Some days are just too fucked up to fathom. It wasn’t my day to die but it’s closer than I’ve ever come before. I remember a quote from a book I read as a kid…Alice in Wonderland, I think it was. Alice asks the rabbit ‘how long is forever,’ and he replies, ‘sometimes just a second.’ Tonight, that could have been my reality and now time seems more precious than it ever did before. I need to find a way to make whatever time I have left count but I won’t put Sammie at risk, no matter how much I might want her.

  Chapter 9

  Samantha

  I hardly slept after Brandon cut our call short. When I did my dreams were surreal and they left me feeling strange the next day. I was up and out of my apartment quickly, wanting to get to the office so I could arrange more surveillance on Brandon. There was something very wrong about last night. He sounded bad. He’d been too in need of company or comfort when only hours earlier he’d been so determined that we weren’t going to be in contact. I wonder what happened to him to make him break his conviction. What changed his mind?

  Maybe it was just a one-time thing.

  I hope it wasn’t with a fierceness that makes me tremble.

  John, the P.I., is busy with another case but he has a friend called Dirk who takes the job. I arrange three days of surveillance with a review at 7pm each day so we can decide what to do next. If they can identify Brandon’s known associates I might be able to cross check their records for criminal convictions and get an idea of what’s really going on. I feel better too, knowing someone will have eyes on Brandon. It’s like a layer of protection and makes me feel less helpless about his situation.

  I have a full workload but by lunchtime I’m feeling lightheaded and in need of a break. I take the elevator down to my favorite deli and sit at the counter sipping an iced tea while I wait for them to prepare my sandwich. The TV is on in the corner and something about an earthquake overseas comes on. I’m straining to see the details when a man takes a seat on my right.

  “Terrible isn’t it,” he says, reaching across to get the packets of sugar that are in front of me.

  I look over at him. He’s in his forties, dressed a little casual for this part of town, but he smiles widely with friendly eyes that crinkle at the side.

  “Yeah, where is that?” I ask.

  “Nepal,” he says. “Those poor countries always seem to suffer the worst luck.”

  “Yeah,” I say and reach to stir my drink absentmindedly with the straw. I go back to watching the TV, seeing the estimated casualties and sighing at the terrible loss. The man at my side orders an espresso and sips it carefully.

  Adriano, the owner of the deli, hands me my sandwich and I take a bite. It’s delicious and I eat it slowly, still feeling light headed from rushing about. The man at my side keeps talking, telling me about the places he’s visited in Southeast Asia and how beautiful they are. It’s interesting because I’ve never been to that part of the world and would love to travel more.

  When I’m getting to the end of my sandwich I start to feel strange. It’s weird because I really love the taste of mozzarella and tomato with a basil dressing but the last few bits seem off, almost metallic. I place it down on my plate and take a big drink of iced tea, trying to wash my mouth clean. I glance back at the TV but I can’t seem to focus on the screen and I’m suddenly really hot.r />
  I don’t feel good. I must say it out loud because the man next to me puts his arm around my shoulder protectively and says I must need some fresh air. He offers to help me back to my office. I feel an arm putting pressure on my back. Then I’m on my feet and walking toward the door. The air outside is muggy. I feel like I’m underwater. The man has his arm tightly around me now.

  “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you,” he says. That sounds good because I don’t know where I am…I can’t seem to figure out how to take care of myself.

  A car horn hoots but it sounds muffled.

  My feet feel like they’re dragging.

  The traffic next to us blurs.

  Chapter 10

  Brandon

  I leave the hotel wearing my dirty clothes from the day before and go straight to Adam’s place. It’s early and he’s still in his night shorts with bed hair and a sleep-creased cheek. I’m surprised he hasn’t got a woman with him. His appetites don’t seem to wane with age.

  “You’re early,” he says holding the door open and looking over my shoulder to check there are no unwanted followers outside. His gun is in his hand just in case.

  “I need to borrow some clothes,” I say.

  Adam looks me over. “You haven’t been home yet?”

  “Nah, I stayed at Red’s last night.”

  “That place is a shithole,” he grunts.

  I nod.

  His house isn’t anything impressive. He likes to stay low-key which is, I suppose, how he’s managed to evade police interest for so long. His off-shore accounts must be pretty healthy because he’s still riding his old Harley and I don’t see him splashing the cash around, other than on pretty clothes for whatever woman he has hanging around.

  Adam goes into his bedroom which is at the back of the house and I walk into the kitchen, noting how clean and tidy it is. For a lifetime bachelor, Adam knows how to look after himself. I take a carton of juice from the fridge and poor myself a glass. He has some protein bars in the cupboard and I take two, wolfing them down. Adam returns with a black t-shirt and some clean boxers and socks. It all feels very domesticated, and I get a flash of our first few days together, and his basic attempts to care for me as a twelve-year-old.

  I go to the bathroom and change, chucking my dirty clothes into his washing basket. He pays Jared’s mom to come in once a week to sort out the big jobs.

  When I get back to the kitchen Adam’s sipping from a mug of coffee, leaning against the counter.

  “Tell me exactly what happened,” he says, so I do. Every little detail I can remember. He says nothing and when I’m done, he nods.

  “It was definitely those fuckers from the north,” he says. “They’re operating up there but they obviously think it’s time to expand. Fuckers think they can come in and piss all over me,” he growls.

  “So what are you going to do?” I ask.

  “We need to do the deal with Leon today. He’s spooked so I’ve arranged a different point for exchange.” I nod. “And then we’re gonna take these sons of bitches down a peg or two.”

  “I should fucking hope so. When’s the drop?” I ask.

  “Connor has the details. Go and pick him up, then drive around a bit. Go get a coffee or something. The drop is in four hours.”

  “Okay,” I say. It’s the same bullshit, just a different day, except it doesn’t feel that way. I don’t feel so flippant about letting time slip through my fingers. I’ve got to find a way out of this, before my future ends up nothing but a second.

  Chapter 11

  Samantha

  I can’t move but my shoulder is hurting. I can’t open my eyes. I feel a soft comforter under my bare legs. I will my fingers to move but they feel disconnected from my body.

  I can hear voices but I can’t make out what they’re saying.

  My breathing sounds so loud in my head and my stomach is sick. I feel my body heave and taste bitter bile.

  My mouth is wiped roughly by some kind of cloth. It doesn’t smell good.

  Everything goes dark.

  Chapter 12

  Brandon

  Connor is in a foul mood. He’s not usually the most talkative of people but today he’s practically vibrating with anger.

  “I can’t fucking believe it,” he says about Tom when I pick him up.

  “I know,” I say, not really feeling the same. There are a lot of snakes in this game. In a way, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before now. I look across at Connor wondering what I don’t know about him. Has he been talking to our rivals, working out a better deal for himself?

  Am I in danger again?

  Stupid thought because I’m always in danger. I’m Adam Ford’s son. It’s why I carry the fucking gun.

  We do as Adam asked. Driving out of town, then taking another road in on a loop, listening to an old rock radio station to fill the tense silence. We find a coffee shop we’ve never been into before and I order a black coffee while Connor orders a mocha-whippy-chocolate something or other that makes me want to laugh. He still has devil-furious eyes so I don’t bother. It’s not really the time for jesting, whatever his choice of beverage.

  When it’s time, Connor directs me to where Leon will be waiting. The exchange is tenser than usual which isn’t surprising. No one likes standing around on the street holding illegal substances or large sums of cash. I get that. It’s only our years of mutually agreeable business dealings that has kept this meeting in play.

  We get back in the car and I drop Connor off to where he’s left his ride. We head in opposite directions, him to sort out the distribution channels, me to Jackson’s so I can report back to Adam.

  When I arrive I know something is off immediately. Adam is more pensive than usual and when I tell him about the drop he seems distracted. In the end, I ask him what the fuck is wrong with him.

  He says nothing but brings his closed fist from where it’s resting next to his leg up onto the table in front of me. He opens it and there’s a thin silver chain inside, and for a moment I stare at it, wondering why Adam is handing me a piece of women’s jewelry. Then I lean in closer, catching sight of the small ‘S’ charm and the silver angel’s wing tucked into the crease by his thumb and I know.

  “Where the fuck did you get that?” I ask, bracing one hand against the table and snatching the warm chain from his sweaty palm.

  “It was left on the bar in an envelope addressed to me. You know who it belongs to?”

  His eyes are narrowed suspiciously and I swallow, barely controlling my rage with deep breaths. Someone has Sammie. It’s what I feared the most and why I kept telling her to just leave me be. Why the fuck didn’t she listen?

  “It’s Samantha’s necklace. My stepsister.”

  Adam sits back, still sizing me up. He’s wondering how all of this fits together.

  “But you haven’t seen her for years. Why would they think they could use her as leverage?”

  “Who the fuck has her, Adam?” I’m so damn angry I can’t breathe.

  “The same fuckers who shot at you last night. Now answer my goddamned question.”

  “The lawyer you hired for me, the first one. It was Samantha. They must have seen us together and think she’s my girl or something.”

  “Well, they got that wrong, didn’t they?” He sounds relieved and I don’t understand.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Well. She’s your ex-stepsister and you haven’t seen her for fifteen years. We just tell them we don’t give a fuck that they’re holding her. They’ll probably just release her. No point in risking a murder charge for the sake of this shit.”

  “What the fuck…” I’m so furious I ball my fists. I never expect much from my scumbag father but this is low even for him. “You tell me where she is right the fuck now or I won’t be responsible for what I do.”

  “You know what they are asking for?” he says, eyes narrowed again, leaning forward like he might go for me at any second. His biceps are bu
nched and ready for assault but I don’t give a damn. I’d kill him before I stand by and let anyone even ruffle a hair on Sammie’s head.

  “Whatever it is, we are going to give it to them, do you understand?” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Understand this, boy,” he says, spit flying from his mouth and landing on the table in front of me. “I decide what we do…not you and not any other punk-ass motherfucker who thinks he can threaten me.”

  “She’s innocent in all this, Adam. I’m not gonna stand by and let them hurt her…”

  “You don’t get a choice in this, Brandon.”

  I slam my fists down on the table so hard the bottles of beer bounce and overturn, spilling foaming dregs across the wooden surface.

  “I’m only going to say this once more,” I growl. “I am not going to leave her in the hands of those men, Adam. There is nothing here that is worth more to me than her, do you understand? Whatever it takes, I will do it to get her back, with or without you. So tell me where the fuck she is before I have to do something both of us are gonna regret.”

  “You’d stand against me for a cunt who’s practically a stranger?” he asks, looking genuinely baffled, and I understand, once and for all, that he is incapable of caring about anything but himself and his money. And I know now, that whatever happens next, I have to get away from him because he would sacrifice anything to protect what he loves most, and that includes me.

  “She’s not a stranger. She’s my sister.”

  “And I’m your father. Doesn’t count for shit though does it?”

  “Don’t make this about anything other than finding Sammie and getting her back. It’s fucking pathetic. If you don’t want to get involved, then leave it to me. I’ll go and do this myself.”

  “And what do you think that would look like? That I send in one man to do the job of a crew. I’m not a pussy, Brandon.”

  “You know you’ve got to do this, because if you don’t they’ll think you’re scared.”

  We glare at each other in a bar that has now gone quiet as everyone looks across, waiting for our argument to turn physical.