Chapter 44

Mira

Devin turns to look at me, and we exchange glances when we hear a voice coming from his apartment.

Devin walks out of the elevator first to see who it was, and I hear him sigh, “Levi? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get into my penthouse?” Devin questions his older brother, who strolls over to us clad in only a pair of ripped black jeans and black military-style boots. His shoulder-length brown hair tied into a knot on top of his head. Levi King is the polar opposite of his little brother.

While they resemble one another, Levi is just as tall as Devin, standing at six-foot-two, lean and muscular. Dark, soulfully deep brown eyes lined with long, dark curly lashes that would make most girls green with envy. Light brown hair that he keeps shaved at the sides and tied up most of the time in a man bun. Levi is through and through the bad boy next door. Rides a motorbike, need I say more? His laidback persona