I ignore that voice and start at the top.
Jeremyvolkov. That’s what his account is called. He doesn’t have a bio or anything.
His profile picture is a black and white side shot of him on his bike, wearing a leather jacket. From this angle, his hair flopped by the wind, his square jaw appears ready to cut someone in half.
In most of the pictures, he’s on the bike, with Nikolai, who’s usually half naked on his own bike, or with the other guys. There are no family pictures. Not even any with Annika.
She, however, posts religiously, and some of them do include Jeremy. He’s an unwilling participant in all of them since she usually catches him in the background.
My favorite picture of them is one she posted a few weeks back. It’s from when she was young, maybe about four years old while Jeremy is no older than ten. She was laughing through her tears while he wiped them. Her caption was even more heartwarming.
Do I have the best brother ever? Yes, yes, I totally do. Thank you for being my anchor, Jer *purple hearts*
But even Annika doesn’t have a full family picture. The closest one to a family photo is one of her hugging her mum, with Jeremy standing behind them.
She captioned it:My favorite people.
There’s no trace of their father and I guess that makes sense, considering his leadership position in the mafia.
After scrolling through Jeremy’s profile for longer than needed, I groan and hit the home screen.
What the hell am I doing?
The first post that appears is of Landon kissing a statue on the mouth.
landon-king:If you know what agalmatophilia means, be mine?
I know Lan has been a highly sexualized person since we were teens. He’s had weird sexual adventures, which is different from, say, his twin, Bran.
He’s on the same level as Remi, but not really. Remington genuinely loves chasing after skirt, a playboy through and through.
Lan only wants the bizarre experiences, the things that are frowned upon by society, the kinks that most people are afraid to try.
It’s like he’s challenging himself to go further and further.
Until he’s out of reach.
It’s downright paraphilia at times. Sexual deviation and attraction to atypical individuals, situations, objects, and behaviors.
The type most serial killers have.
It’s funny how these types of posts used to tug at my heart, but now, I just smile and like his picture. I guess it means I’m emotionally mature enough to understand him better.
I don’t even mind the thousands of thirsty comments from girls—and boys—volunteering to be his object of perversion.
They probably wouldn’t feel the same if he actually acted on his kinks. Plural. I know I wouldn’t let him tie me up me in a room and let random strangers watch.
I always thought we were sexually compatible, but maybe that was just vain hope.
I scroll through to read the comments from the friends we have in common.
lord-remington-astor:Picture was taken by yours truly. No need to thank me, ladies.
eli-king:No tongue?
ariella-jailbait-nash:*heart eyes*
the-ava-nash:What the hell are you doing here, Ari? You’re only 16. Get out of 18+ space!