Asshole.
“What the fuck, man!”he yelps, clutching his face.
“Don’t ever talk about her like that,” I growl.“Got it?”
He stares at me for a beat.Then his expression shifts—no more joking, no more bullshit.
“Whoa,” he says slowly.“You serious?”
I nod once.
And that’s all it takes.
Some people don’t believe twins have that kind of understanding—that unspoken language—but I can tell you it’s very fucking real.
Kai sobers instantly, nodding back like he gets it.
Me and him?We usually give as good as we get.
Not this time.
Because I’m not playing.
Sabrina is special.
She’s something rare.
Something good.And yeah—whether she knows it yet or not—she’s mine.
But first, I need to find out who’s coming after my little angel.
“Let’s go over it again,” I tell him.
Kai pulls up the file, starts reciting what we know about her brother.His financial issues.His distance.
The possibility—however slim—that he might be connected to what’s happening.
It makes my blood boil.
She deserves better than a selfish prick of a sibling who only shows up when there’s money on the line.
Deserves better than being left alone in the world like this.
But I force myself to stay professional.To listen.To observe.
And that’s how the fat fuck that is the whole of the next week goes.
Every morning, I greet her at her front door.
I even start bringing her that special tea blend she likes from the local bakery, along with a cinnamon bun.
She blushes every time.
Her cheeks go pink.
She smiles shyly and thanks me like it’s nothing—like she doesn’t know she’s become the highlight of my day.
I drive her to school.
