Stuck Between The Mafia Lord And His Twin
The Prince sighed, regarding me a moment as though gauging how much to share before he threw his hands up, walking backward to stare out the window where Darlene had broken through.
“No one knows Alexander. Boy was an orphan. No living relatives that we know of, likes to keep to himself,” The man parroted, kicking the glass shrapnel to the side with one side of his boot, before glancing up at me and smiling again.
“Frankly Chief, I reckon it suits me just fine. I like hearing myself talk more than anything.” Prince raved, walking to stand in front of me now and staring bemusedly at my wife who I still kept well away from him, behind me.
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