Page 31 of Two For One

I couldn’t help it. I looked up to see her face in complete horror.

“No, he’s the one who’s been breaking and entering,” she stuttered. “It’s been him all along.”

“It’s been both of us,” he said, pouring the egg into the pan.

“No…No, you’re fucking lying,” she said, running her hand through her hair. “Wait, are you even non-verbal?”

She glared at me, I tried not to flinch from her fury. I nodded, looking up so she could see the faint scars I still had on my throat. There were three of them, more pronounced than the rest.

My father killed my mother and attempted to kill me before shooting himself in the head. I signed.

“Ezra’s father was a fucking psycho, he attempted a double homicide before he committed suicide. Ezra was the only one who survived,” O said, flipping the egg, grabbing a plate.

Xiomara’s eyes widened. Sympathy swirled in her gaze as she stepped towards me. Her eyes were glassy as she traced the scars on my neck.

“I hope he rots in hell for eternity,” she said, the venom in her voice making me hard.

Vengeful Xiomara was a wet dream.

“If he hadn’t killed himself, I would have found him and made sure he paid,” O said, putting sausage on a plate and handing it to Xiomara.

“Ok, wait. Why the hell are you here and why are you kneeling?” she snatched the plate from him, pushing his shoulder. “Has this all been a game to fuck with me? Let’s see how long it takes for her to notice we are different men?”

“If we were playing that game, I wouldn’t be here without my mask,” O said calmly, pouring more eggs into the pan. “And Ezra is kneeling because that is what I asked him to do, and he listens like a good boy.”

“Oh goddess, I…I was joking about the sex club last night,” she sputtered.

“I do enjoy visiting that club and Ezra and I have used some of their fantastic amenities," he said, putting his spatula down to grab something from the fridge.

Xiomara rolled her eyes. “So, what, he's your submissive and you're his daddy?”

O made a sound of disgust. “We don’t do daddy play.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that is more abhorrent than breaking into my house and fucking me while I think you’re someone else,” she said, crossing her arms.

“I know you don’t understand this, but this is good. We⁠—”

“Oh, don’t try to mansplain this. This is not good!” she yelled.

“I’m not mansplaining.” O gave an exasperated sigh.

“So, what the fuck is going on? Actually, you know what? I need you to leave, this is getting ridiculous,” she snapped. “I will call the police, I don’t give a shit, and I know you have connections, but I will go to Madame Red and tell her you’ve broken in and fucked with me.”

“Oh, you won’t do that, you’re enjoying this too much,” he said.

“I said get the⁠—”

A knock on the door silenced Xiomara.

“Abre la puerta, Mija!”

Xiomara’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” she whispered. “You need to get the fuck out of here. I don’t care how you do it, but if you leave now, I won’t call the cops, and we can all go back to ignoring each other.”

“Up,” O ordered. “Open the door for grandma.”

“Don’t you dare!” she whisper shouted.