Caleb sidled up beside the men, trying to be discreet. 

He tapped one on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I'm so sorry, but you can't stand here." The men were huge, and he was intimidated. They stared (or so he assumed-- they were wearing dark glasses) down at him for a moment, their jaws stern. 

"Would you like me to show you to a table?" Caleb negotiated, taking a step away from them. 

"There's no need," a familiar voice said from behind him. "They're with us, and we're leaving."

Cale whipped around to find the twins behind him. He stumbled back a step, startled at how the men towered over him and how close they were. "Ah-- forgive me. I was told to come ask them to move--"

"No worries." the one with the earring waved his hand. "Let's go." he said to the men, and they followed the twins out of the restaurant. 

Caleb let out a breath of relief. That whole interaction-- from the time he'd taken their order, to the moment they'd left-- left him reeling. It had been like a scene out of a mafia movie! Caleb was so ready to go home.

He went to clean up the table they'd left. When he picked up the checkbook, his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. The meal had cost them around two hundred dollars-- meaning the tip, at twenty percent, should have been around forty-- but a hundred dollar bill dropped out. 

He was left in a daze as he cleaned the table. Why had they left so much? Surely he wasn't anything special--

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Griffin stood on the curb beside his younger brother, the gentle wind tugging at his hair as they waited for their driver. 

"That earring looks tacky, you know." he teased. 

"Well your scar makes you look like a thug." Oliver snapped back.

"Ah, but we are thugs, little brother. Or did you forget?" 

They smirked as the car pulled up. Griffin opened the door, waving his twin inside. "Ladies first,"

Oliver shoved him as he got into the car.

They sat in the back of the dark cab, breathing the warm air in deeply. Griffin's knee rushed up against Oliver's, but neither of them pulled away. Griffin gazed down and studied his hand under the passing streetlights that strobed through the car-- the tattoos that wrapped around his fingers. Oliver had the same ones. They'd gotten the tattoos the day their father had died. 

A sick smile spread across Griffin's face as he thought about that day.

* * * 

Oliver unbuttoned and stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor of his brother's room. He flopped down on Griffin's bed, stretching out. 

"Hey, go to your own room if you wanna sleep," Griffin growled, coming back from his bathroom, naked other than the towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair and ran down his back, hard to see over the dragon tattoos that covered his skin. He flung open his closet.

"I'm not sleeping, I wanted to talk to you." Oliver replied, watching his brother.

"Then spit it out."

"That boy-- the one from the restaurant--"

Griffin whipped around, a wicked grin on his face. "So you liked him too?"

"Liked him. . . no. I wanna break him." Oliver sat up, tilting his head down and looking at the bulge in his pants. "I can't stop thinking about him."

Before Griffin could agree, the door flung open and two women waltzed in, scantily clad in silky pajamas. They flopped on the bed, greedy eyes not on their husbands' bodies, but on the wallets on the nightstand. 

"Ollie, can you give me a few hundred? We wanna go shopping tomorrow." One of the women asked, scooting closer and running her hand up Oliver's bare chest.

"No. Get off of me, you whore." Oliver shoved his 'wife' away, angry at her. "I know you're going to the club again, to see all those men you like so much." he accused.

Bella batted her eyelashes at him, unfazed. "What difference does it make? I see the way you lust after others with your eyes. You're no different from me. And honestly, I don't care. I know you don't love me--" 

Oliver grabbed the wallet from the nightstand and dug out a few hundreds, tossing them in her direction. "Take it and get out. I can't listen to your whining anymore." Oliver growled.

Bella hopped off the bed, satisfied. Victoria, Griffin's wife, followed her out, slamming the bedroom door shut behind them.

"Damn leeches," Griffin muttered as he slipped on his clothes. He flopped on the bed, shoving Oliver to make room for himself. "What were you saying about that boy?'

"I want him." Oliver said under his breath. "I want him here."

"What will we do, share? No way you get to keep him to yourself." Griffin reached up and played with Oliver's earring.

"I don't mind sharing. I just want that boy."

"Then we'll get him. We'll have to do some research."

                     Part 4 Coming Soon.
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Umm. . . I had no idea how to end this lol??

Anyway buckle up, it's about to go down. 

Love you, Darlings! ♥