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“Nothing, you seem familiar, didn’t we go to school together?” “Oh, you remember?” I spoke sarcastically. “I somewhat I just cannot put my finger where we met in school.” “Well let me help you, does Tiffanye Rebel ring a bell to you?” Daniyelle lifted her head up, place a finger on her chin like she was thinking. I did not know the girl could think she seems very clueless, I can see I’m going to have to help her out again. “I have two friends Shaughnessy Summers, and Tanina Coleman” I reply.

“That’s why I need your help, Danielle. So she doesn’t get to keep doing that to people. So she doesn’t get to hurt anyone else the way she’s been hurting you—and me.” Danielle looked at her, uncertain, her lips trembling. “You’re not alone,” Rose added. “You’d be helping all of us.” A long silence stretched between them. Then Danielle lowered her head, biting her lip. She seemed to wrestle with herself for a moment before finally whispering, “I didn’t tell anyone. Only my twin sister.” Rose blinked. “You have a twin?” Danielle nodded. “Her name’s Danica. She’s the outgoing one—nothing like me. She’s in Class 3, the same grade as us. She’s friends with Sandra.”

“I think so. I’m stereotyping, though Elle Woods didn’t look like a lawyer either and she turned out to be one of the best.” “I might have identified with her a lot as a kid.” “She’s not a bad role model,” Danielle laughs. “Sorry if I was weird earlier.” “You weren’t,” I assure her. I look out through the kitchen window, watching Owen run across the yard in an attempt to get a kite up in the air for Jackson. He’s so good with his nieces and nephews. I bring my glass of sangria to my lips and suck down a mouthful or two. “What do you need help with?” I ask Danielle.

“Pardon my manners. Meet Zara. Zara, this is Danielle.” “Hi!” Zara forced a smile. “Hello,” Danielle waved brightly. “She looks like more than just a friend,” she winked. “Stop it, Danielle,” Nat teased. “Danielle here is one of the most terrifying cross-examiners alive.” “You could call me Danielle the fiery litigator. I break necks and kick asses in courtrooms for breakfast,” she laughed. “Pleasure,” Zara said bluntly. “Danielle, can I see you for a second?” Nat asked.

Samuel immediately popped up as a suggested friend since she was in my contacts, but I wasn't ready to follow him just yet so I clicked on Danielle's page. She had a recent photo of Macy and her at the zoo. My heartfelt weird as I watched them smile at the camera as if they were always best friends. I scrolled down further, and there weren't any pictures of us, it seemed that she and Duncan were perhaps dating, and suddenly it didn't matter that I was hurt anymore . . . Danielle was. . . Terrible. She was going down a really bad path and I... I really don't think that I could stop her.

The pain was worth the pleasure. I clenched my jaw, wincing as her nails dug into my shoulders as she came calling my name. But even that pain wasn’t enough to stop me from finding my release. Fucking Dani is a vast difference from sex with Dania. Shit, I know too many women with similar names; Dania, Diana, Daniela. I’m fucked, not the fun way if I ever mix them up.

Ashton smirks. " Let's test it out and rock them" Danielle said tapping on the keyboard as Ashton did likewise. " Let's get it" Jeremy smiles as she looks at the two boys ready to launch. She smirks thinking that finally, she could make they pay for everything they did to her friend and it's teammates. She could finally do something right this time.

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – MY DRAGON MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – MY FAT MATE 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – MY POSSESSIVE MATE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – MY ABUSED MATE 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – MY ASSASSIN MATE 6.⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE

every raw and gritty emotion. It was hard to determine which personality I'd prefer to have in front of me. I understood the necessity for both, and while Diamond was hot as sin, Nikki had a more subtle confidence that I found intriguing. As much as I wanted to let my eyes wander and feel the experience she bestowed upon me, I couldn't bring myself to do anything other than maintain eye contact.

And the neon sign that flashed The Golden Harp in bright yellow. “What do you mean, ‘my bar’?” I asked, and he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to urge me forward. He opened the door for me, and we were met by the happy din of a well-served patronage. It was a cozy little dive with low-hanging green glass lamps, a pool table and a couple of dart boards. The room was half full, and boasted considerably more men than women, most of whom wore the same black leather vest that Patrick wore, marking them as members of the Steel Claw. And that meant I knew most of them as well.