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and they had their own empire. But he had not always been Flynn Ascott. He had been born Tyson Vincent and if what that woman on the phone had said was true, he had a twin brother. Bah, how ridiculous. Flynn did not want to believe it to be true, he loved being his own authentic self, yet a picture speaks a thousand words, and that woman had presented more than one picture which showed a guy who looked just like him wearing clothes that he would never wear. He truly had a twin brother — a living being who looked exactly like him, and to be frank, he found it quite uncanny.

His words came masked in both this pungent cigarette smell and his thick African accent and then i snapped out of all the thinking. "Hey. Wu" It took a while to realize how effeminate my voice compared to his and he looked around. "I came alone. I need to see blackeye" I said before suddenly a piece of clothe enveloped my sight and then my face as I felt my legs being firmly lifted from the ground -and i couldn't help but scream as my vision blacked-out. TEN HOURS AGO Labrinth was my temporary remedy to the grief that had overshadowed me -so i boomed one of his beats as i swiftly jogged back and forth the corners of the park in a sleeveless and a lazy pair of joggers.

My gaze met with a pair of hazel eyes, my mouth parting slightly. "Vincent," I said, taking a step back. His gaze roamed down my body shamelessly, his eyes darkening slightly. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, his arms and neck fully covered with tattoos. He was tall, taller than Logan by probably an inch. Vincent’s face was covered with a beard, making him look more attractive and dangerous. Vincent is Micah's eldest son and he is 20 years old.

Elena countered, her voice remaining exceptionally calm and as flat as ice. The man let out a low chuckle—a crisp, thoroughly charming sound—as he removed his designer sunglasses. "Ah, razor-sharp. But I am no stranger, Elena. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vincent. Vincent Sinclair." Elena arched a single eyebrow, making no immediate effort to return the man's extended hand. "Sinclair? Are you part of the prominent Sinclair family back in London?" "Precisely. And more importantly, I happened to be a schoolmate and university classmate of your husband, Liam Harrington," Vincent voiced with a subtle, highly knowing smirk. Without asking for permission, he pulled out the chair direct

The flare and sass that lets me prove em’ wrong or lick them into compliance, but it’s not really an option long distance. There I have to have absolute obedience and willingness, rather than the spunk I prefer in hand. Vince, like I said, is the exact opposite, only toying with that kind of defiance in the safety of his head. Backtalk turns him on, even if he won’t admit it. Someone who’s smart and sassy enough to keep him on edge; bold enough to question if not brave enough to dare the most powerful man in our city……. It’s not a treat he gets often.

“Tell me he doesn’t force females to be his toys.” Vince looked away as Derek chuckled. He winced, and I saw his fist clench around his shirt. “I don’t need to.” I saw Vince relax, felt Brandon release a pent up breath. “I’m a beta. Bitches like you lie flat on your backs and spread your legs nice and wide.” Vince cuffed his head again, and Derek growled.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I continued to sit and observe long after I finished my coffee, which lived up to Dorothy’s hype by the way, and was just about to get up to leave when a guy, probably around my age, approached my table. “Hi.” He said, flashing me a set of dazzling white teeth as he gripped the back of the chair directly across from me. “Hello back” I said, almost like a question. “I’m sorry, I noticed you walking through town today, I work at the mechanics across the road.” He said smoothly, as he pointed to the workshop directly across from us “I just got off work and saw you still here, I had to come and introduce myself because there is never anyone new in town, especially anyone my age. I’m Jake” he hel

I nod, “Okay, have you guys had breakfast yet? Would you want to join me?” Vince answers, “Miss, it’s our job to follow you no matter where you go.” I shrug in response as I start to walk away and comment, “Just because you’re following me doesn’t mean you can’t sit and join me.” Simon chuckles, “I like the way you think, P.” I swear I can hear a small grunt behind me and I'm pretty sure Vince just elbowed Simon. Vince takes his job very seriously meanwhile Simon enjoys getting to mingle and interact with others. He's definitely a social butterfly.

Although he is my best friend and I know him very well, but it's not yet the right time to open up something very confidential. Vince is my best friend because we have something in common and that's being a happy-go-lucky one. We became friends when we were in first-year college. And even when we were expelled from Claremont, we continued our friendship. Vince is also coming from a well-off family. He is the youngest among the three siblings. His eldest brother is a lawyer and the second one is a surgeon. The two of them have already their own families but Vince, I don't know if this guy is planning to settle down because like me, I don't have any plan.