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ALEXANDER

The air in the cold interior of my luxury, matte-black wagon, was stifling.

It was all I could do to stop myself from reaching out and touching her. The wavy spirals of her shoulder-length hair, the high set of her cheekbones, and her pert little nose.

I missed her so fucking much, and I hated her so fucking much.

The one thing I loved most in my whole life and my twin brother wanted a piece of it!

It was always like that, as far back as I could remember. The little shit had always wanted everything I had- Which wasn't bloody much considering.

Darlene sniffled beside me, so that I felt the slouched line of my back tense, and I risked a look her way to see that she had her head turned decidedly to the window, jutting her bottom lip in that cute way she did when she was enraged.

Had I been too hard on the woman? Saints! Lord knew she deserved it.

“Look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to tell Dar, but you are persistent.” I whispered, the spike of adrenaline humming on the bad