“What the fuck are we going to do, brother?” I ask Nicholas while I stare at myself in the mirror of our bathroom in the office of our building. Nick, who’s leaning against the doorway, his eyes closed, shakes his head. “I have no clue, Tony. I don’t know how much longer I can go on without her. I’m getting close to just walking into the FBI building, guns blazing. We have gotten nowhere. No where!” I shake my head back. “I know, brother. You’ve barely slept.” He scoffs. “Neither have you.” “I never really slept well, though. Not until Caroline. Corinna. Whatever the hell her name is. But you have always been a good sleeper.” “I know, I know. Sorry, I don’t mean to snap on you. I really don’t. I love you, brother. I’m just really, really tired. And I feel like I’m going fucking insane here, Antonio.” “I know, brother. I know. Why don’t you just head home and try to get some sleep? We have only one meeting today, and that’s over the phone. I’m sure I can manage it by myself. And

I lean against the desk, resting against one arm as the twins take the seats in front of me. "What do you want, Dennis?" He laughs on the other end. "Hello to you, too, Caroline. Anyways, I need you to return soon. The board wants to pick you up and move you." I meet the twins curious eyes. "Don't call me Corinna. You know I hate it. Also, I'm going to be staying in New York." "What? You know that's not allowed." "I don't care. I'm staying here." "That's not your choice, Caroline. You're in the witness protection program for heavens sake." "This was your idea!” “Yes, for you to see them so they can stop causing trouble. But I never expected you to actually stay!” I look at the twins, who each watch me in fear. “Then remove me." "What?" "Remove me from the program. I will be staying here in New York." Nicholas reaches out to me and I move to him. He pulls me to sit in his lap, taking the phone from me and putting it on speaker phone so they can hear, knowing that they des

After breakfast, we pile back into the car, Antonio driving and me in the passenger seat. Nicholas is in the backseat, leaning forward to run his hands through my hair. One of Antonio's hands is on my thigh, my hand on top of his. I look down at his hand as he drives us to the doctors office. Why is it that I never realized that we don't have rings? We reach the doctors office and exit the car, heading straight inside. It's pleasant looking, not too busy with only two other patients waiting in the room. I walk up to the receptionist, the twins following right behind me. "Hi, I'm here for an appointment for Caroline Rossi." The receptionist smiles at me briefly before her eyes widen once they meet with the twins. When she doesn't respond, I huff. This bitch was staring at my men like they were a piece of meat. "Do you mind checking me in? My appointment would be long over if I wait for you to stop drooling at my husbands." She blushes and looks down, asking me questions quickly

But a small part of me sometimes felt like maybe they wouldn't be with me if they couldn't fuck me. "Hey, Darling, don't cry." Nicholas wipes the tear from my cheek. "We are listening to what you are saying and understand your reasoning. And we aren't upset because we can't have sex with you, it's because we feel like you maybe just don't want it with us anymore. Like maybe you aren't into us anymore." I see Antonio look down, clearly agreeing with him. I reach up to cup both of their faces to look at me. "I love you guys. I just want to know if our relationship can survive without sex. To know that it's more than sex. Like, what if one day we actually can’t have sex. Will our relationship actually survive? Or will you guys hate me?" “Don't say that, Caroline. You know that we love you, really fucking love you. You were made for us. Yes, we love having sex with you. How could we not? Knowing we can make you unravel, knowing your body belongs to us? Yes, we are bound to be obsesse

"Of course, now go before your Uber driver leaves you." She laughs, and with a smile thrown my way she gets into the car. The car peels out of the parking lot. Nick pulls up in the spot the Uber had just been in. He jumps out of the car and rounds the front to open the door for me, his phone pressed against his ear. He smiles down at me, and I smile back. I get in quickly, not wanting to interrupt his call. It is late, nearly eight. Amanda and I had talked for hours. Of course, I left a hefty tip for the waiting staff for letting us stay without complaint. Nick closes the door after me and then rounds the car again. Taking his seat, he ends the call and throws the phone into the cupholder before turning to face me. "Hey, baby." I lean over to greet Nick with a kiss. "Hey, darling. How was dinner?" I buckle in my seat belt and he begins the drive back home, one hand going down to cup my thigh immediately. I smile down at his hand and place my own on top of his. "It was great.