Valentino Twins: Stuck in Between

Chapter 4

The twins sat in their car, their gazes fixed upon the imposing house before them. As she slumbers, they dare to lay their hands upon her delicate form. They bore witness to the profound impact her nightmares had on her psyche. These dreams, too, are crafted by their hands.

In a swift motion, they hastily departed from the confines of the woman’s room, their departure prompted by the realization that she was beginning to stir from her slumber. They returned to their car. She will fall asleep again. They know it.

The dimness of the interior is unmistakable, casting an ethereal veil over the home. Within its walls, the inhabitants have succumbed to the embrace of slumber, their weary bodies finding solace in the world of dreams. As the twins diligently kept a watchful eye on the house, tendrils of smoke gracefully curled from their cigarettes, adding an air of intrigue to the scene.

Despite its modest size, the house possesses an inherent charm that renders it ideal for accommodating a party of five people. The humble abode exudes an air of simplicity, yet within its unassuming walls lies a haven of comfort and tranquility.

There are also numerous plants located across the yard, three trees, and two cars. One vehicle gracefully glides along the asphalt, embodying the sleek elegance of a honda civic. The other, a sturdy and versatile van, stands tall with a sense of purpose.

Two hours had passed since they got into the woman’s room, and yet they remained confined within the confines of the car, their departure still pending. The clock had long struck past the hour of one in the morning, yet the two figures outside appeared undisturbed by the late hour.

In addition, they indulged in the consumption of beer, which was conveniently encased within aluminum cans. Almost every night here, the two do not leave after embracing and kissing the woman’s forehead; they are unsatisfied with themselves, so they remain outside for an extended period of time. They displayed no concern for the appearance of being stalkers, as they pursued their actions unabashedly.

Their utmost priority lies in the profound yearning to experience the comforting presence of the person they desire, thereby satiating the depths of their inner beings.

“I think this is enough for now, bro. Let’s get back home,” said Vincent to his brother.

Vixen concurred with his brother. Every decision, no matter how trivial or momentous, is subjected to their meticulous scrutiny. They engage in thoughtful deliberations, ensuring that each choice aligns harmoniously with their collective desires.

As Vixen prepared to maneuver the vehicle, a piercing scream reverberated from within, causing them to halt their intended action. Similar to the cry that resonated through the night, this cry echoes with the same intensity today.

The brothers locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The unmistakable traces of guilt adorn their countenances.

“Her nightmares again,” Vincent said quietly. Vixen was unable to carry out the vehicle’s intended operation as a result of the unexpected turn of events.

Once more, they lingered in anticipation, biding their time for a fleeting sixty seconds. Though the observers were unable to witness the events unfolding within the confines of the room, an undeniable sense pervaded the air - the woman, amidst the depths of her slumber, was unmistakably awake.

Between the two, Vixen reigns as the embodiment of cruelty and violence. This formidable creature demands the utmost vigilance from their adversaries, for its prowess is unmatched. Vincent, in stark contrast, exuded an air of tranquility and ease. However, when faced with their adversaries, he proved to be just as formidable as his brother.

They waited for lights to turn on in various places in the home, but none of them did. Their eyes met, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them. The reason behind this is known to them. Vixen’s fist tightened, mirroring the clench of his brother’s hand.

They steadfastly held their ground, refusing to budge from their chosen spot. They will patiently bide their time, ensuring that not a single stir can be detected from within. They find solace in the knowledge that the woman has once again succumbed to slumber.

“She hasn’t been able to sleep these past few nights,” Vincent stated to his brother.

Even though they are twins, Vixen is the first born and he is the second. Before Vincent arrived, it was Vixen who first graced this world with his presence.

Vixen, the elder of the two by a mere ten minutes, shared a unique bond with his twin brother, Vincent. Vixen remained silent, choosing not to respond to his brother’s words. He, too, possesses an acute awareness of the matter. Within the depths of his stony heart, he possesses an unwavering awareness that he bears responsibility for her distress and the deprivation of peaceful slumber.

The beer can in Vixen’s hand crumpled beneath the force of his tight grip. Unperturbed by the fact that his brother bore witness to the scene. Vincent possesses an acute awareness of Vixen’s emotional state.

Vincent’s gaze fixated upon the house before him. Just as he was on the verge of posing a query to his brother, an unexpected occurrence seized his focus. Vincent’s fury erupted, resonating with a primal roar that reverberated through the air. Vixen’s attention was captivated by the figure of his brother.

His gaze shifted, drawn to a sight beyond the confines of their vehicle. As his gaze fell upon the same sight that had captivated his brother, he too beheld the scene before him. In addition, a low, guttural growl escaped his lips, resonating with a potent mix of frustration and anger.

“F*cking dipsh*t!” As Vixen prepared to exit the vehicle, a sudden interruption halted him in his tracks. Vincent, with a sense of urgency, intervened, preventing him from proceeding any further.

“What?! The f*cker is stalking our kitten! We should kill him!” Vixen’s roar reverberated through the air, a primal sound that echoed with a ferocity that seemed to defy reason. His eyes blazed with an intensity that bordered on madness as he confronted his own flesh and blood, his brother.

Their voices, deliberately hushed, were audible only to the two of them.

“I knew I wanted to kill him, but what if she discovered someone was watching her every move? What if she found out it was us? Are you planning to derail our plans?” Vincent retorted with a surge of anger in response to his brother’s words.

Upon Vincent’s utterance, a subtle wave of tranquility washed over Vixen, momentarily soothing his agitated spirit. However, the embers of his anger continued to smolder. The man stood transfixed, his jaw slackening in astonishment, as he beheld the audacious figure meandering through the expanse of the yard. It was as if this shameless individual was on a mission, scouring the premises for a means of ingress.

“Bullshit,” Vixen repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. With a piercing gaze, Vincent locked eyes with his brother, his frustration palpable.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, carrying with it a mixture of exasperation and resignation. He is relaxed now since he knows his brother will not burst. In the pursuit of lucidity, it is imperative that at least one individual maintains a state of tranquility.

“Let’s drag that f*cker out of our kitten’s property,” Vixen gritted his teeth. With a nod of his head, Vincent acquiesced. “Yes, but don’t do anything yet. Let’s beat that i***t at home,” Vincent grinned. Vixen nodded in agreement.

Even were he inclined to undertake the task presently, he would find himself thwarted, for the woman in question harbors a deep-seated fear of their presence, a fear that would undoubtedly drive her to keep a considerable distance from them indefinitely.

“Yes, and you need to f*cking calm down, you know what I mean,” Vincent adamantly urged.

Truly, his brother possesses a tendency towards behaving in a rather disagreeable manner on occasion. In order to preserve the sanctity of their desired lifelong connection, it is imperative for one to exercise self-control.

Failure to do so may result in causing harm to the very individual they hold dear and aspire to have as a permanent presence in their existence. Vixen, with an air of nonchalance, allowed his eyes to roll in response to his brother’s cautionary words.

With unwavering certainty, he possessed a profound understanding of its significance, leaving no room for doubt or apprehension. He had assumed command over his own faculties.

Locked in a silent exchange, the two brothers locked eyes, their gazes intertwining like a complex dance. A shared understanding passed between them, wordlessly conveying their unspoken agreement.

With a synchronized motion, they emerged from the confines of their vehicle, stepping onto the solid ground beneath them as one unified entity. Silent and swift, their movements betray no sound nor hesitation.

The person under their watchful gaze was engaged in a daring endeavor, endeavoring to ascend the balcony of the grand abode. The rigidity of Vixen’s countenance is apparent. In a swift and calculated motion, the man’s leg hovers in the air, poised to deliver a devastating blow. The impending impact promises to inflict a crippling effect on the unfortunate recipient. This person does not appear to be conscious of his surroundings.

‘Good, I can cripple this f*cker with my own hands’ Vixen reasoned. The twin brother, with a solemn expression, gently shook his head in response.

Vincent already knew his fate from the way Vixen gazed at the man hidden in the dark while attempting to climb up. They closed in on the man, forming a tight circle around him.

Unbeknownst to the fool, fate had conspired to entrap him in the clutches of two individuals bearing an uncanny resemblance. Oblivious to the impending peril that awaited him, he remained oblivious to the grave consequences of his actions.

Vixen then waited impatiently. With a knowing certainty, he anticipated the inevitable stumble of the fool before him. However, he was acutely aware that the delicate dance of fate would not permit the observer within to witness this spectacle concurrently.

With a quiet and patient demeanor, they will skillfully remove this individual from the premises. The twins possessed an admirable level of patience, capable of enduring for a considerable span of time. However, this fortitude was not without its exceptions, as Vixen’s mind was consumed by a distressing notion during their journey homeward - the contemplation of ending the f*cker’s life.

“Idiot.” Vincent’s voice escaped his lips in a low, barely audible murmur. His eyes beheld the audacious descent, devoid of any hint of modesty.

In a moment of imminent peril, the object teetered on the precipice of a devastating collision, poised to unleash a formidable force upon impact. Yet, with deft reflexes and unwavering determination, the two individuals intercepted its descent, grasping firmly onto its vulnerable extremities - one seizing its neck, the other securing its legs.

“F*cker!” Vixen’s lips curled with disdain as he expelled a sharp burst of air from his mouth. His eyes, once narrow and focused, suddenly widened with astonishment. A pallor washed over the man’s countenance as he beheld the revelation that his carefully concocted scheme had been laid bare before another’s discerning gaze.

However, a surge of astonishment overcame him as he beheld their lack of intention to summon the authorities, their countenances devoid of any discernible emotion. A rush of adrenaline propelled Vixen’s fist, which struck its target with unrelenting force and collided with the man’s exposed stomach as they violently lifted him upright.

As the man teetered on the precipice of a scream, his vocal cords poised to release a torrent of terror, Vincent swiftly intervened. With calculated precision, he delivered a forceful blow to the man’s jaw, jolting his senses and silencing any potential outcry.

“Make even the slightest attempt to emit a scream, or I shall proceed to forcefully introduce this bullet into the confines of your oral cavity,” Vixen menacingly declared.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Vincent allowed a sly smirk to grace his lips as he gently extended his hand to pat the man on the back. Frozen in fear, it stood motionless, unable to move a muscle. With a forceful tap and a firm grip, he simultaneously jolted his shoulder, conveying a sense of urgency and intensity.

The twins, with synchronized precision, firmly grasped the shameless individual by each arm simultaneously. With a forceful yank, they extracted him from his sanctuary. In unison, they unleashed a torrent of stomps and kicks upon the hapless man, eliciting a disorienting whirlwind within his eyes.

Vixen grabbed the i***t’s head and banged it into the back of the automobile. A mischievous glimmer danced in the eyes of the twins as their lips curled into matching grins. The hapless individual was unceremoniously placed within the confines of the vehicle’s trunk, his state of unconsciousness rendering him utterly incapable of uttering even the faintest plea for mercy.

The twins, in their haste, neglected to give it a fair chance. There was a noticeable sense of annoyance among the twins. Anger coursed through their veins, igniting a fiery sensation in their nostrils. The act of stalking one’s kitten is strictly forbidden; only they ought to be.

“Now, now, f*cker, accompany us silently. You will receive your punishment for stalking our kitten.”