Oh no. That’s going to change.
My mind immediately conjured the image of me moving into Kenji’s sprawling Tokyo mansion with three women who were obsessed with him living down the hall.
Absolutely fucking not.
Kenji had given me the choice—to decide whether they stayed or went. And now, standing here, imagining a future where I shared a home with Hina, Mami, and Yuki. . .
The answer crystallized in my mind with perfect clarity.
They all may not be the spy. It may be one, two, or none, but regardless. . .they have to go. All three of them.
I couldn't start a new life with Kenji while he carried this baggage. I wouldn't wake up every morning knowing these women were somewhere in the mansion probably plotting ways to get close to him again.
No.
I'd tell him when the time was right
We walked on, the heavy door growing closer with each step.
And speaking of baggage. . .
Kiko’s face flashed in my head.
Kenji’s maybe-baby mama.
"Hiro. . ." I hesitated, then pushed forward. "Earlier in the war room, you said Kiko might be pregnant with your twins. Not Kenji’s. Is that. . .actually possible?"
His expression didn't change. "Yes."
"How sure are you?"
"Very. As I said before, my brother and I typically share women. I actually had her first. Told Kenji it would be a good time. He had her days later—said he was bored that night and figured why not. Then I had her once again."
Behind me, one of the twins made a soft sound—barely audible, but definitely there.
A snort.
My brain short-circuited. "So. . .you both. . ."
"Yes."
"In the same. . .timeframe?"
"Within the same week for sure." He shrugged. “She’s just set on the twins being my brother’s because of all the perks.”
We reached the door and stopped.
The heavy wood loomed in front of us, dark and imposing, but I couldn't focus on it. Not when my mind was spiraling through the implications of what Hiro had just told me.
I turned to face him fully. "So those twins could be yours?"
"They could."
"Or Kenji's."
"Also possible."
My pulse kicked up. "Is there. . .anyone else?"
