I was sure that only cats in heat would be interested in the caterwauling he tried to claim was “singing.” The ridiculous walk he was performing made him look like a monkey who needed to take a shit while trying to be a circus clown. I lifted a brow at the latest ass wiggle he called a walk. The chain he kept on his jeans jingled as he continued to bop oddly forward.

During moments like this, I had to wonder how we could be identical twins. How could the DNA of the same people create such opposite personalities? Abel stopped when he saw Heather on the table, his face shifting from shocked to annoyed and then angry within the span of a heartbeat.

“What the fuck, man?” Abel said as he held his hands out toward the body.

I closed the lid on my bobbing eyes before they got knocked over. When Abel was around, I made sure that nothing was left out and that I didn’t mind getting messy or broken. Anything within arms reach was fair game for Abel. I turned my back on my brother to return the treasure to my special storage.

“What has you all annoyed now, Abel?”

“You’re supposed to wait for me. You know I like to kill them together, and you never include me anymore.” I rolled my eyes as I turned around to take in his theatrics. “I mean, look at her. She has hot tits even without her nipples and a fuckable face. You could’ve killed her while I fucked her. Why are you no fun?” He held his hand out to me, clutching a brown paper bag in his fist. “I even got you your favorite cookies, man, and you do this to me. No chocolatey chip for you.” He snatched his arm back.

I shook my head at him.

“First, I never make it a habit always to include you. Besides, you have kills that you do without me.” I held up my finger to stop his objection. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I know exactly what holes you stick your cock in and when.”

Abel snapped his mouth shut and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Second, I don’t mind sharing, but there are times I prefer my way of doing things, and that doesn’t include you,” I said and closed the massive refrigerator before pulling the panel back to cover my hiding spot. The large metal shelves were next, and they slid soundlessly into place.

My brother could pout like a petulant child better than anyone else I’d ever seen, just as he was doing now. His face morphed into an innocent person, his eyes going to the floor and his lip jutting out. It was an act. It was always an act when it came to Abel. He’d become a master at emotional manipulation.