"What are you doing!" Mr. Crawford shouted, his face turning the darkest shade of pink as he boiled with what I could only presume to be anger and frustration mixed with a bit of embarrassment.

I wanted to say in response, getting sucked off dad, but I highly doubted that joke would be appreciated.

Jon was pulling his pants up and slipping out the limo in no time at all and I tried to keep my face blank as I joined him.

"In the limo son?!" He continued to shout. "In broad daylight?"

"Dad, please stop shouting." Jon tried in an attempt to calm the big man down but that was quickly proving to be futile.

We were by the side entrance in the private garage and I felt almost sorry for the driver and the two men that had accompanied Mr. Crawford down here to talk to his son.

"He's an employee."

"I know-"

"Your employee!"

"Dad-"

"Do you know the blow back we could have if this got out? If someone else had caught you guys? I can't with you. I honestly can't."

He rubs his forehead as he tries to calm down and I watch as Jon patiently waits for his dad to do whatever it was he needed to, consequences be damned.

"You, take the rest of the day off. We'll see you here on Monday." He says, turning towards me but not really seeing me.

He was resigned to just getting rid of me until a further date and although I wanted to stay and see how things played out, I had other shit to deal with which unfortunately involved my annoying twin brother.

Nodding to Mr. Crawford and Jon, I headed towards the elevator before gathering my stuff and heading back to the small apartment where I was bound to finally experience some peace and quiet.

~

"Danny!"

I groaned out loud as my front door was being viciously attacked by my brother before reluctantly rolling out of bed to shut him up.

"What?!" I snapped, yanking the door open and stopping him mid pounding.

"Took you long enough."

Derek stops, takes one look at my half awoken face and rumpled clothing before he sighs heavily. "You're not even dressed bro! The drive is nearly four hours and you're not even ready."

"I was tired!"

"You got the afternoon off and could have slept the entire time dude. It's almost 6pm, you can't still be tired. So, get your ass in the shower and let's go. You have half an hour."

I wanted to stand there and argue with him but it was better to get this weekend over with and have things back to normal; normal which meant no dad and his bull shit problems.

"One hour."

Derek shakes his head before squeezing the bridge of his nose and I smirked as he sat on the sofa in defeat.

In no time we were speeding down the busy night streets towards the place we called home in my brother's 2016 Bluebird with Greenday blasting through the speakers and every so often I'd join him as he called out to the girls dressed in close to nothing at the sides of the streets.

"When we get there, try not to be an ass." Derek says suddenly and I roll my eyes.

"I'm the one getting the lecture?" I asked, shocked. "Last time we were home and dad came to visit, you guys got into a fight and you got the shit beat outta you."

"That's exactly why I'm warning you ahead of time. So you don't pull a dumb stunt like that."

Derek snorts as he remembers the events leading up to the fight and I watch as he pulls out a blunt and lights it at a stoplight.

"Want a pull?" He asks and I shook my head as weed wasn't my thing.

Give me some beers and girl or two... or guy... and I'd be set.

"You should get into smoking man, it's more relaxing, you don't have to worry about a hangover and your breath smells way better than if you had alcohol."

"Yeah? Well alcohol is legal in this country, marijuana isn't."

"Touchè."

The rest of the drive was spent listening to Derek's playlist and random cat calling of girls on the side of the road, and I threw my seat back and cocked my feet out the window as I tried to enjoy the night.

Two stops, four blunts, six beers and one number from a cutie in a pink convertible later, and we were finally pulling into the driveway of our mom's two story, middle class house.

"Yo! Double D's!" Damon shouted as he pushed off the post and came over to us as Derek parked in the driveway.

He was decked out in all over black and I was tempted to ask if it was for the death of his relationship.

"Yo, wassup?" I greeted instead as he came over to my side. "Mom home?"

"Nah, she's at some book club or something. Said she'd be home a bit late and that there were shit to eat in the fridge. I just got here so I decided to wait on you guys."

"Cool."

"Can you fags break it up already?" Derek joked as he started walking towards the house.

Damon and I both flipped him off before following him and it came as no surprise when we all ended up in the kitchen. My twin's food cravings started to act up and I watched as in no time the lasagna was heated and gone as we all ate.

"So, Derek's been telling me all about this uptight boss of yours. Want me to help you bury the body?"

"I'll let you know."

"Dude, I've been telling you, all you gotta do is hire some chick to make a sex tape with him, leak it and problem solved."

I snorted at my brother's suggestion as an image of Jon's head thrown back as his dick slipped further down my throat popped in mind. "Doubt whether it'll come to that."

"Just tell me when, I got this pretty Mexican girl that's down for anything. She's aspiring to be the next Kim K."

Rolling my eyes at a clearly high Derek, I left the two of them alone in the kitchen and decided to head to my old room. It was just as I left it a few months ago, except cleaner and I threw myself down on the bed as I stared at my ceiling.

I was vaugely wondering how Jon was doing when my door was pushed open and Damon appeared by the foot of my bed.

"Sup?"

"We're heading to a bar, wanna come?"

"Eh, what the heck. Slept pretty much the entire afternoon so yea, let's go." I followed behind him and kept quiet as his phone rang and he cut the call off without even checking to see who it was.

Guess things with him and Chris were still on the fence.

When we got to the bar it was packed since it was Friday and we ended up going to a store and just buying a few cases of beers before heading back there.

"You sure you don't want a pull?"

"You sure you haven't smoked enough?"

"What are you, the weed police?"

He hands the blunt to Damon who takes a pull before pushing himself off the car. "I'll meet up with you guys in a few hours." Is all he says as he leaves us and heads over to where a hot red head was standing dressed in really short shorts and a tied shirt which pretty much showcased her stomach and pierced navel. Her killer boots went all the way up to her knees and I shook my head as her ass was so fat, it almost fell out the shorts.

"Isn't he with-"

"Don't get caught up in that drama."

"Got it. Well, if he's off screwing chicks then I might as well... You gonna be okay here?"

"Yea, car's open so if I wanna kick back and relax, I can."

On that note I left my brother and went into the packed club, a beer in my hand and a pretty girl on my mind. I just wanted to beat my meat for a sec and sticking it down some sweet girl's throat was good enough for tonight.

As soon as the thought left my mind, I saw my prey and sprung into action.