A little over a year ago
“Tell me something, brother. Anything, but tell me something,” my twin begs.
“I’m not going to lash out at you, Dawson.” I take a sip of the scotch in my hand and stare him straight in the face. I’ve never known how to hide my fears. Better to die facing them than to die trying to escape them. “You slept with Arianna.”
“I was drunk.” He has no reason to apologize, least of all with that simplicity. “I didn’t know she...”
“That she was my wife? Your sister-in-law? Didn’t you know she was the one you were f*****g? Let me get this straight... You came to my house, went up to my room, saw an ass on the bed, took off your pants, and nailed her like any other w***e you f**k in bars.”
“Darío...”
“I’m not finished,” I interrupt him. “After the excessive s*x, you t
