“Does my twin brother make you moan like this?” He asked and I whimpered. He was torturing me, and I could no longer bear it. I watched as he brought out his finger, only to put it in his mouth and lick. I swallowed as I also imagined his twin brother doing the same. I was in a trouble I didn’t know how to get out of. Darlene would never expect to get married to Alexander. What she didn’t see coming was falling for Alexander and his twin. She is left to decide in which twin she is actually in love with, while both of them fought over her.
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"Dad! I can't do this" I whisper shouted. "Why?" He asked, clearly confused as to why I wouldn't take his decision. I so badly wanted to roll my eyes at the fact that it was an obvious reason why I couldn't do what he was expecting me to. My father, Mr Bernardo had accepted a marriage proposal from the McKenzie's, on my behalf! Could you imagine my face when he broke the news to me this morning? "I simply can't marry man I have never met, I mean what if he's not the one for me?" I asked, stress evident in my face but my father waved it off with a flick of his hand as if to dismiss my obvious worry for nothing. "Is that it?" He asked me, I looked to mum who as casually knitting in her chair, squeak quiet almost as if she didn't want any part of whatever it as that my father and I had going on. Even though she was supposed to be even more engaged than I was. Mum had always been like that and my father and I had always been like this too. He would make decisions for me, business wise most of the time and while it always turned out in my favour, I didn't exactly like been made decisions for. It was almost getting exhausting having to constantly have this one conversation. "Dad, seriously? You're asking me that?" I just couldn't understand what it as that made my dad accept a marriage proposal before I even got to know that these ' McKenzies' existed in the first place. My dad had everything figured out concerning this topic and I wasn't getting it. "Yes of course. I don't see the reason why you're so upset. I don't see any reason at all. I mean, you should be happy and overjoyed! You're about to be wedded. What's there not to like, my darling?" It was the way he always turned my name from Darlene to darling that got me to always forgive him and relax but not this time. "There is everything to worry about dad! Everything. How do you Ben know these people?" I asked, baffled out of my mind that he would just marry me off to anybody nd everyone that showed interest. He sighed deeply and good up from his rocking chair, he was about to give me a lecture and I was beyond ready for it. "Well, they're my best customers" he said and as if on remote control, he turned away ND walked right out of the sitting room. I was dumbfounded. What in the blinding fuck was going on here. I expected much more information on that topic, I picked up the chase and went after him. There was no way that I was going to let this slide. "Dad! We're not done speaking" I said, trying to keep up with him. I followed him and lo and behold, I saw the most devasting thing I could ever see. A group of men, in a blunt cut line all held gifts and my father was directing them to where the wrapped huge boxes were going to be stored. My mouth hung out in the open, alot more than I expected. "What is this?" I asked no one in particular, horror written in bold lines across my face. I walked straight out of the house, never looking back. "Darlene!" My dad called out to me as I held my hands to my chest and walked out. There was no way that I was going to listen to him now. Not after what I just saw. I walked back to the bakary, one that has been in my family for generations and generations, passed down to each offspring. Something about baking always got me relaxed, it as a little over eight am and normally we opened by nine. I decided to bake fresh tarts, wanting to escape the things that were now hunting me. As I grabbed the ingredients, my phone rang in my pocket. I didn't bother to retrieve it because I knew one out of both parents was the caller and I was in no mood to reply or speak to either one of them. It was not worth it, especially since I knew that this wasn't a fair deal. It was a ' I have done it and now you have to abide by it' kind of situation. It genuinely sucked that it was turning out this way and I wasn't been given a chance to make my own choice. They didn't even know if these people were good, he just flowed with the fact that they were his best customers but that want enough to send her out to marriage like that, whether they were best sellers or the president. A rap in the glass, had me screaming from behind the counter " we're not yet open" as I carefully arranged the tarts. The rap went on at an annoying rate and I had to leave the counter just to give the person a piece of my mind when I saw the familiar knitted sweatshirt. "Mum?" I was surprised that she was here and something told me that she didn't come to try tarts, she as here on something totally different and while it ached my heart that she may be here to defend him, I couldn't let her stay outside and it was unlike her to ever indulge in our squabbles. I was tempted to just go back and pretend she wasn't here but the moment passed the instant she turned and looked me straight in the eye. Fuck it. I opened the door for her, turning the sign to closed for the day because I knew whatever it was that brought her here want going to be a quick session. It was going to be long, tiring nd maybe even uneventful. Thank God I made tarts, I could sulk better with them in my mouth.DARLENE“Rise and shine sleepy heads! Breakfast’s ready!” Prince Charles’ booming baritone cracked through my skull before a wash of yellow light bored through my closed eyelids so that I groaned, breaking into a chuckle when Alexander groaned beside me.“Fucking hell Charles, did your parents not teach you to knock?” My husband hissed, throwing the soft white duvet away from his hard body and stretching to his feet to snatch the coffee mug the purple-eyed man held out like a peace offering in one hand, his gaze sliding over to me and darkening a shade before he smirked.“I don't believe they did,” He whispered breathlessly, nodding his head to the door where the strawberry blonde-haired man was leaning against the doorframe in brown capri pants, a pearly grin stretched across his smooth face.“Have some decency Frederick, my wife’s in the room,” Alexander whispered, scoffing loudly and sipping his tea as I stretched a yawn and shimmyed away from the bed to rest my head on my husband’
FREDERICK“Die motherfucker,” I gritted, pressing my finger into the claw of the trigger and feeling the gun jerk in my hands, the impact pulling me forward so that I tumbled into the stone flooring.“Come on! Go go go!” I screamed through gritted teeth, waving my hands wildly at Darlene and pushing her around the car as she surged through the barrage of shots pummeling us and firing off a few more rounds as the Umbrella man roared with pain, tearing the knife from his eye with an impossibly loud sucking sound.“I need to get closer,” I hissed through my teeth as I rounded the bend of the car to meet Alwxander’s tense body where he was hunched, hiding from the rain of bullets with Darlene curled in his arms.I swallowed the bile that had risen in my throat, jabbing my fingers into my palms to battle the wooziness that stabbed the sides of my head and peering through the rim of black sedan to see that the man now had a gaping hole in one eye that still spurted blood as he glared around
STEFAN MCCOYMy knuckles were white on the trigger as I watched the man’s hard body as he walked slowly into the room, his eyes never leaving the gun I had pressed dutifully against his wife’s empty ass head.“No sudden moves Alexander or I’ll have the woman’s brains plastered across the floor,” I growled through clenched teeth as Alexander staggered into the room with his father and more of my men surrounding them.I had known something was off the minute I left the penthouse, even before the sound of gunshots echoed out behind us and I asked Markov to turn the car around.The white penthouse with its flashing lights and tall pine trees loomed as ghastly as ever, as I motioned the men every which way, feeling adrenaline rush through my veins when the sounds of gunfire exploded around the sides of the house as my men sniffed the bastards out like the rats that they were.“Please, McCoy, don't do this, My wife has nothing to do with this okay? I’ll, I’ll give you whatever it is you wan
DARLENE“Something’s wrong,” I whispered breathlessly, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight as I watched the man with the Jerry curls stride away from the large lattice silver gates, a gun held tightly in his right hand.“What the fuck do you mean something’s wrong? McCoy’s going with most of his men! This is our cue to go in, grab the twins, plant the bombs, and hightail the fuck out of here in time for Mrs. McKenzie’s dinner special,” Erwin snapped blithely from his crouch beside me, the rim of a sniper rifle held tightly in his hands, as he peered through the scope.“Lassie’s right, this seems too easy, they must have found out about the decoy car approaching already, that's the only reason for him to leave...and yet,” Williams McKenzie growled on my right flank, raising the tight hulk of his frame into a low squat and inching to slap himself against the tree, the burnt orange blackness of the forest blending perfectly with our camo gear.“We should-” Erwin start
ALEXANDERThe bright fluorescent lights tore through my eyelids to fry my eyeballs before I had even opened my eyes. I groaned, the soreness in my arms and stiff legs making me groan louder as I let my head fall back into my chest.What the hell did the bastard hit me with? Fucking hulk?“Ugh!” I groaned, screwing one eye open to lock gazes with my brother’s blanched face and watching him sag with relief when he saw that I had opened my eyes.“Alexander? Fuck! Thank saints you're okay,” He rasped breathlessly and I felt the scowl deepen between my eyebrows as I glared at the swollen purple bruises on his face that had left the skin of his face puffy and red.“Your buddy didn't take too kindly to you I reckon, stabbed you in the fucking balls just like you did to me you piece of shit!” I barked acidly, watching my brother rear back on the chair that he was strapped to like he had been slapped.I looked down to see I was lying on some makeshift gurney table, feeling my heart pound wildl
DARLENE“Where is he? Where’s my husband?” I whizzed when I caught up to the ring chief scowling in the middle of the road, his hands fixed patiently on his narrow hips.“He’s gone Dar, that McCoy took him,” Prince Charles gritted, eyeing me carefully before I noticed his hand cupping the large gash on his chest, the trickle of blood pooling on the purple suit staining the area black.“Here, let’s get you to the car,” I gritted through clenched teeth, managing to push the words past the lump that had grown in my throat and tugging the man’s hand free when he resisted before hooking it over one shoulder, grunting when he leaned his weight on me a little.I could hear the whirl of sirens in the distance as they got closer and I yelped, slamming to a stop when the purple-eyed man stopped suddenly in his tracks.What the hell was it with mafia men and having death wishes? I tried not to look at the nasty knife wound on his abdomen or the purple and red bruises on his chin and focused inst
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