My Husband Twins Brother Claimed Me

Blood on the jetty

“Your boyfriend bleeds fast.”

Kaine’s words rang in my ears. My eyes dropped to the gun in his hand. Zayn’s gun.

Blood dripped from the barrel onto my jeans.

“No,” I whispered. “You’re lying.”

Kaine laughed. “Am I? Check the back seat, wife.”

I didn’t want to turn around. My body already knew. The metallic smell hit me first. Then I saw him.

Zayn. Slumped in the back seat. Blood soaking his white shirt. His eyes closed.

I screamed. The sound tore my throat.

“Shut up!” Kaine grabbed my hair and yanked me out of the car. “You think you can run from me? You’re _my_ wife. Legally. On paper. With witnesses.”

He dragged me across the wet jetty. My knees scraped concrete. The pregnancy test fell from my pocket and skidded into the dark water.

“My father,” I sobbed. “Where is my father?”

“Safe. For now.” Kaine threw me against a rusted container. “But he won’t be if you don’t sign this.”

He pulled a new paper from his suit jacket. Annulment. Again. But this one had new words:

_“I, Amaka Okoro, admit I faked pregnancy to extort the Okoro family. I was never touched by Kaine Okoro. I leave Port Harcourt forever.”_

Lies. All lies.

“Sign it,” Kaine said. He pressed the cold gun to my stomach. “Or I put two bullets in your twins right now.”

My hands flew to my belly. “You wouldn’t. They’re your brother’s—”

“They’re nobody’s!” Kaine screamed. “Zayn stole Lila from me. Now he wants to steal you. But I always win, Amaka. Always.”

Behind him, the G-Wagon door creaked.

Kaine spun around.

Zayn stood there.

Alive.

Bleeding, but alive. His left arm hung useless. Blood ran down his face. But his right hand held a second gun. The one from his ankle holster.

“Drop it, brother,” Zayn said. His voice was wet. “Or I finish what you started five years ago.”

Kaine froze. “You... you were dead.”

“You shot my shoulder. Not my heart.” Zayn took a step. “You never could aim right. Just like with Lila.”

“Lila chose me!” Kaine shouted.

“She was running FROM you when she died,” Zayn said. “Car crash. Because you chased her drunk at 2AM. Dad paid everyone to call it an accident.”

I couldn’t breathe. Lila didn’t just disappear. Kaine killed her.

“Sign the paper, Amaka,” Kaine hissed at me, gun still on my stomach. “Now!”

I looked at Zayn. He was swaying. Losing blood. But his eyes were locked on me.

_Run_, his lips mouthed.

I didn’t think. I slammed my knee into Kaine’s groin.

He howled and dropped the gun. It skittered across the jetty.

“RUN!” Zayn roared.

I ran. Toward Zayn. Toward the car.

Kaine dove for the gun.

A shot exploded.

I fell. Hit the ground hard. Pain shot through my belly.

“AMAKA!” Zayn’s voice.

I couldn’t move. Warmth spread between my legs.

Blood.

Not mine.

Kaine stood over me. Hole in his chest. Zayn’s gun smoking in his own hand.

Kaine looked surprised. Then he crumpled. Fell backward into the black water.

Splash.

Gone.

Silence.

Zayn was beside me in one second. His hands on my stomach. On the blood.

“Hospital,” he choked out. “I need to get you to a hospital.”

I grabbed his shirt. “The babies. Zayn, the babies.”

He lifted me like I weighed nothing. Carried me to the G-Wagon. Laid me in the back seat.

As he started the engine, my phone buzzed on the jetty floor.

He didn’t see it.

I did.

New text. Unknown number.

"Kaine is dead. Good. Now it’s your turn to pay, little sister. – M”_

M.

Matriarch.

Theresa Okoro.

The twins weren’t safe yet.

And neither was I