Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“You act like your disappearance is a shock, but you left long before your brother stepped in to play your role.”
What the fuck did he just say?
I release him, stepping back as if burned.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means”—Drew straightens his shirt with methodical precision—“that while you claim we didn’t notice your disappearance, you didn’t disappear when Arson took you. You were gone long before that. Always hiding, refusing to hang out, or answer text messages. There was no difference between you then and when your brother assumed your identity. It’s like you were counting down the days until you had to join Hayes Enterprises.”
He huffs and scrubs his hands up his face before continuing. “Look, I’m not using that as an excuse for being a shitty friend. I only mean that we were trying not to intrude and give you the space you seemed to want at the time. We’d all gone through a lot the last couple of years. It made sense to me that you might want some distance from all the drama, being the one of us that, at the time, seemed to have less of it.”
The betrayal cuts deeper than I care to admit. My friendship with Drew goes back to childhood—roommates, teammates, wingmen. Years of shared history, of inside jokes and covered asses and drunken confessions at three a.m. Part of me wants to be pissed at him, at all my friends, but the other part of me knows he’s right. I had been pulling away. Mostly, because they had first, but I wasn’t going to shit on all of their happy parades as they rode off into the sunset with their girlfriends and happy lives.
“I understand, and you’re right, I was pulling away, but I also didn’t want to rain on everyone’s happy life.”
“We’re a brotherhood, Aries. Nothing can bring us down. Now tell me what the real problem is since I know there is more going on than being pissed at me.”
I almost laugh. “There’s a lot going on, so much I can’t seem to wrap my head around it.”
“Explain.”
“Well, my evil fucking twin brother is taking everything from me, including Lilian.”
Drew’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s a subtle shift in his eyes—a flicker of what might be sympathy, I’m not sure. But before I get the chance to see it fully, it disappears, buried beneath cold professionalism. “Technically, you can’t take something that was never yours. If you wanted her, then you should’ve claimed her.”
This motherfucker is about to get punched in the face.
“Are you kidding me? Of all the fucking people who know me, and my family, that’s the last answer I would expect to come out of your mouth.”
He sighs, and my anger and frustration only seem to mount. I could really use a voice of reason right now, not another reminder of why I should say fuck it and go beat the shit out of him. “If she chooses him, what can you do? What other choice is there then to let her be happy?”
“She didn’t choose him. She didn’t choose either of us. In fact, I don’t even know how I feel, or what we are.”
“Then you can’t be mad at him for claiming her when you’re still confused about what you might or might not be.” What he’s saying is logical, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted Lilian for so long that now it feels like she’s already mine, and I don’t know how to handle it because it’s not just an emotional attachment. It’s a physical need, a possession.
“What if the roles were reversed? What if this was Bel? What would you do then?”
The darkness in his eyes hardens. “Even when I was confused about what Bel and I might or might not be, I still ensured that she belonged to me. There was no way in hell I was going to let her slip through my fingers and into someone else’s hands.”
He could’ve just called me a piece of shit.
“That wasn’t an option for me.” I shake my head angrily. “I was trying to protect her, trying to stop her from being used as a pawn on the Hayes chessboard.”
“Okay, so what’s stopping you from making her yours now?”
What is stopping me?
Arson. Myself. A thousand and one excuses. The growing danger she faces by being associated with us. There are a lot more fucking reasons for me not to make her mine than there are to claim her. I peer around the warehouse’s common area. Is this the life I want for her? Going from warehouse to warehouse? Dodging danger left and right. No, I don’t.
The new warehouse is sparse—with a few mismatched chairs, a table covered in surveillance equipment, and a coffee maker Drew scrounged from somewhere. It all feels surreal, like I’ve stepped into someone else’s nightmare.