Chapter 20
COLT
When I saw the break-in video that Cam shared, I lost my shit. In that moment, I learned Molly wasn’t who I expected. Obviously. Then, when Andy talked about fucking her? My mind went to a dark place. Molly was special. Different. So much more than any woman I’d ever met before.
I knew exactly what her mouth felt like around my dick. Knew what it looked like when she swallowed my cum. No way would Andy ever get that privilege. But it seemed he had.
Lexi had done a number on me. Made me paranoid.
Cautious. I’d stopped looking for a date or The One.
Fucked my hand and not anyone quick and easy I might find at The Roadside.
Then I saw her at a rodeo. But if Molly was sleeping with Andy at the same time as she was with me, then my judgment and ability to read people was shit.
How could I have let myself be led around by my dick not once, but twice?
Then Andy mentioned the heart shaped patch of pussy hair.
It was ridiculous and like Cam I had never heard of such a thing–or encountered it personally–but a crucial clue in whatever the fuck was going on.
My pretty girl hadn’t broken into Cam’s clinic. She hadn’t had sex with Andy.
I pulled Molly into my arms and let her cry.
These weren’t fake tears, but real ones that seemed to come from her soul.
She was hurting which meant I was, too. I wanted to get her to stop crying.
I’d do anything to make it end. But it seemed she needed to let them out and then… then, I’d take her problems from her.
I had no idea how long we stood in my tiny office as I held her, kissing the top of her head and whispering in her ear. How good she was. So perfect. So pretty. All mine.
When she was all cried out, she lifted her head, met my gaze with her splotchy, watery one. “Colt,” she whispered again.
“Tell me about your twin,” I said gently.
“How did you know?”
“Because you wax your pussy. My pussy.”
She frowned, thinking hard, then her eyes flared wide. She tried to step back, assuming the worst.
“I didn’t touch her,” I vowed. “Andy, your neighbor did. Guess your sister came onto him. He, Cam, and I had a little guy talk on your landing. He told us she has a heart shaped pussy patch.”
She wiped her eyes, then paused. It took a few seconds, but she figured it out. My girl was smart. “Heart shaped– Andy thinks he had sex with me?”
I nodded.
She blanched. “Oh my God. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s trying to ruin my life. She cut her hair–on her head–to look like me. Guess she forgot something.”
I moved around the desk, tugging her along and pulling her into my lap. The chair rocked back slightly from the motion. “What’s her name?”
“Missy.”
Missy. I had to admit, Missy Simon was doing a pretty fucking good job of attempting to destroy her sister.
“Why did she break into Cam’s vet clinic?”
She gasped, eyes wide. Unless she was an incredible actress besides being a doctor, she wasn’t faking her surprise. “She did?” Then she sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Of course, she did. Drugs. Ketamine, probably.”
It seemed Cam and Molly had the same thought.
While Cam came to me with the proof of the break in, I doubted Missy took enough time to discover the vet clinic was owned by the sheriff’s brother. Or, maybe she did and it was a quick and easy way to ensure Molly got arrested.
“Tell me everything, pretty girl.”
She shook her head. “You don’t want to be involved in this mess, Colt. Trust me. While I really, really don’t want you to break up with me, I understand.”
“A woman broke into Cam’s clinic,” I said. “As his brother, I want to make sure that doesn’t happen again. As sheriff, it’s my job to find the person who did it and arrest them.”
“You… you want to arrest me?” she asked, not understanding. “Please, I’ll just leave. You said you wanted to break up and I understand that. Missy will follow and Devil’s Ditch will return to normal.”
I shook my head. No fucking way was I letting her go.
Her eyes widened. “Colt, if you arrest me, I’ll lose my job. I might even lose my medical license. Even if you don’t arrest me, both will probably happen anyway. Please, just let me go like you want. I’ll leave town.”
My gaze narrowed at the extent of the fuckery her sister was getting her into. I also hated the idea of Molly even considering leaving Devil’s Ditch. “Go where?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I’ve moved before. I’ll move again.”
Move again? No fucking way. “You left Cheyenne because of Missy?”
She nodded. “Yes. And Denver before that. I came here, to your office, to tell you about her. She approached me for the first time here in town when I came out of the hospital. I came right over. She’s here and pulling shit like breaking into Cam’s place because she’s manipulating me.
I understand why you wouldn’t want me with a sister who’s a drug addict and a felon. ”
I growled, mad that she would question what we had.
That I would just give up on her, on us, because of a crazy sibling.
While none of mine were bat shit crazy or criminals, I understood the sibling dynamic.
“I want you. Only you, pretty girl. I’m not arresting you, I want to arrest Missy.
I want you to tell me everything and I’m gonna take care of it. You can give this problem to me.”
Her shoulders slumped, as if the weight of it was really fucking heavy.
“But you said we have to end things–”
“Yeah, end things with your sister. Do you want me to turn you over my desk and spank your ass before you tell me what’s going on?”
She was quiet for a little too long, making me growl again. No doubt she felt me grow hard against her hip.
“While I’d love to fuck you over my desk, there’s too many people here. Your whimpers and screams are for my ears only.”
She sighed, finally recognizing she had no other option but to talk.
“As you figured out, Missy and I are identical twins. Something was off with her from the start. Even when we were little, she liked to do things to see me cry. Rip a doll’s head off.
Pinch me. Cut my hair in my sleep. As she got older, it was even more obvious she had serious mental health issues.
My parents got her help, but she had to want to get better and she didn’t see that she was doing anything wrong.
That her manipulating, fake charm, irresponsibility, all the signs that she’s a sociopath, were evident.
She fell into bad crowds. Sex, drugs, stealing, all the things in middle school.
Burned my parents’ house down when we were seventeen because she was mad at my dad for pressing charges against a guy who was grooming her. ”
“Jesus. That was the palm tree house?”
I nodded.
“I went away to college and never really went back. Mom and Dad have a restraining order against Missy and made it very clear until she got clean and true help they were out of her life. So she came to me.”
“When?”
“College. Medical school. Residency.”
“That’s like… for ten years. What did she do?”
“She wanted money for drugs. To live. At first, I didn’t give her anything, but then she went to one of my professors pretending to be me and tried to sleep with him.”
I closed my eyes, imagining. “Shit.”
“Yeah. It was a mess. I was almost thrown out of school. I had to take proof that I had a twin, that she burned the family house down, the restraining order, all of it.”
“Did you get a restraining order, too?”
She tipped her chin back, looked up into my eyes. “I look exactly like her. It’s not like the police can restrain someone they think is me.”
I sighed again. “Jesus.” She was right and no doubt Missy knew that and used it to her advantage.
“I paid her,” she admitted. “I gave her the money she wanted every time she came to me. For years. Until I was done with my residency and she couldn’t fuck with my plans of being a doctor.”
“You stopped with your first job?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Except I was wrong. It’s worse now. She could destroy all the years of hard work.”
To me, medical school and the years put in for her residency sounded like torture. The possibility of all that time and effort and expense being destroyed made me want to track down her sister and have a few words with her.
“I relocated from Denver because she fucked things up so bad, I don’t even want to tell you what she did. I resigned. Moved to Cheyenne.”
“Where you met me.”
“Yeah, and then I moved here because she ruined everything for me in Wyoming.”
Based on what her sister had done here in Devil’s Ditch, I could only imagine what she’d fucked up for Molly in Cheyenne. Or what she hadn’t shared about Denver.
“She followed and now, of course, wants more money.” She fiddled with the badge on my chest. “I just want her to get help. To get clean. Or go to jail. Maybe all three at once. She’s never faced a consequence of her actions in her entire life.
I love her. God, she’s my twin! But she needs to be punished and I’m tired of enabling her. ”
I shook my head. “It’s not enabling, it’s extortion.” I let that simmer for a minute, then continued. “We’ll get her. But the break-in at Cam’s isn’t enough. She would go to jail for maybe a month.”
After everything her sister had already done to her, I wanted to… I had no idea what. Banish her? Put a forcefield around Molly? I wanted to strangle the woman. Yell at her. Tell her to fuck off. But I knew from my job that Missy was mentally sick. She needed help.
“She went to HR impersonating me and got a hospital badge.”
Shit. That was bad and now I saw why Molly said she’d probably lose her job and her license. Okay, Missy was more than sick. She had zero empathy, no concern for right and wrong. The things she could do with that looking like the ER Chief…
“Colt.”
Her soft voice stirred me from my thoughts. I met her dark eyes.
“Maybe you’ve got the right idea. We need to break up,” she whispered.
My fingers clenched her hips ensuring she didn’t get up.
“Not fucking happening,” I growled. “You’re mine. You gave yourself to me.”
“I meant pretend to end our relationship,” she clarified. As if that was going to make me relax when I was beyond pissed off. I didn’t even want to fake ending things with Molly.
“Explain.”
She licked her lips. “Remember I said she likes seeing me suffer? She’d like that, splitting us up. Seeing you dump me for breaking into your brother’s clinic. For thinking I slept with Andy.”
“I’d arrest you for the break-in. I want to arrest her.”
She shook her head. “If you arrest me, you’ll know where I am. Meaning she can’t keep pretending to be me.”
I thought about what she was saying. If Molly was in jail, then Missy couldn’t do anything in town because then it would be obvious there were two of them.
“She’s going to pretend to be me and come on to you,” she stated. “Apologize and get you in bed for make up sex.”
I cringed. “She’s done that before?” I asked, but knew the answer.
“High school.” She huffed out a sad laugh.
“Matthew Marchesy. She wants to punish me for not helping her, told me as much in the hospital parking lot just a little while ago. She’ll show up at your house, apologize and say something to try to win you back.
Or do something, like a blow job. Men will keep any woman around who will suck his dick. ”
I remembered Andy saying she sucked dick like a vacuum.
She had a point, although the very thought about a drug addict crazy woman anywhere near my dick made my balls crawl up into my body.
“Fucking you would destroy me,” she admitted, glancing down. “That’s what she’d do.”
“It’d be ironic for a woman like her to have a lawman by the balls.”
That had her looking up at me through her lashes. “The perfect Get Out Of Jail free card. I don’t want her to suck your dick,” she admitted.
I had to laugh at that. “Pretty girl, the only lips I ever want on me…anywhere, are yours. You believe me? If not, I’m gonna spank your ass until you do.”
That made her smile as I expected. And squirm.
“I believe you.”
“Good girl.”
Her cheeks flushed at the praise. Seemed she liked to be my good girl, too. “What’s the plan, then?”
“You’re gonna have a girls’ night with Ellie, Lainey, and Ma while I take care of this.”