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I nodded and offered my hand to Luke who still stared up out into the distance. “What’s wrong?” “I’ve… been here before,” Duke said. Luke turned. “You’re sure of that? Not just in your dreams?” He nodded. “I’ve… I’ve been here before.” Luke narrowed his eyes and came down the slope to us and cupped Duke’s face, turning his eyes to look into his eyes. “You’re a bit shocky. Let’s get to our accommodations and we’ll talk.” Duke got to his feet. I took his hand and he tightened his grip on mine as we followed Luke down the path.

John is now drunk but keeps on dancing on the beat of the pop music. “Cheers for the new married couple!” Attorney Don screamed until they see someone in a jet ski approaching at the yacht. The face is now clear. It’s Francisco Beaumont! He climbs up from the yacht and he butler drives it back to the port. The party never ends. Dylan is now drunk. However, he is at the chest of Luke sleeping. “Take your wife inside, brother.” Lincoln ordered. Luke obeys his older brother, and then laid him onto the bed. Luke is weary to leave him but he needs some rest. He goes out and keeps on partying with his brothers.

The deal sounded good to Luke’s ear, he had always wanted to get rid of his family, both him and his annoying son who was up to be the next beta after him. Luke turned back to Channel and Leo and they shook their head asking him not accept it, he turned to his people and they were staring back at him with anticipation. He couldn’t turn down the duel because he would look weak in front of them, this was a chance to prove to them that he had trained to be an Alpha. “Fine, I accept your challenge” he said and Beta Ryan smiled in response. The duel was taken outside. Beta Ryan had already changed to his Lycan waiting for Luke.

“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.

He has a threatening look on his face. Luke leans to me. “Is that him?” I nod. “Yep.” “He’s…um…big.” Luke’s brows go up. I shrug. “He looks scary, but once you get to know him, he’s…a little less scary.” I smirk at Luke. We get to Lucius who hasn’t said a word. He just eyes Luke in an Alpha stare down. I look between Lucius and Luke. “Alpha Lucius Drake meet Alpha Luke Jackson and his mate Luna Alexi Jackson.”

‘Instant chemistry’. Wasn’t that what Rachel had told her? Well, she had to admit, The Duke Agency had hit the nail on the head with this one. Duke Carter was undeniably a piece of art. An entirely lickable piece of art. “Yup,” he drawled, then continued though she hadn’t asked. “My dad was a huge fan of the old westerns. You should hear what my younger sister’s name is.” Unable to help it, she giggled, then cursed herself for sounding stupid. “Now I’m afraid to know.”

The article she was reading about them showed that Duke Gray keeps a low profile and didn't really like to make a lot of public appearances. Lucas has a brother too. She had no idea that he did. His name was Derrick Gray and he had a darkness about him. In the picture they had both taken with their father and mother, Derrick was looking straight into the camera. He was not smiling and Kayla had a feeling as if he was looking directly into her soul.

They were clearly twins, clearly alike despite being of different genders. They might not have any weapons on them, but they themselves looked intimidating enough. "You two are finally here." Luke was sitting on the huge bed with a gorgeous lady in his arms. He had a cigar in one hand, looking vicious. "Aspen and Bianca, listen up. Your target is a man called Alexander Kane. Make sure you don't get caught! You know what the consequences are if you fail." "Yes, sir." The siblings bowed and left. Luke sneered and pinned the lady in his arm to the bed. He flipped over and pounced on her with a flurry of kicks and punches.

•THE LIFE OF THE PETERSONS (HERMES')• "Did I raised you this way, Duke?! Where did I go wrong raising you, huh?" Luke Hermes slapped his son with the back of his hand so hard that Duke almost fly away from where he stands. "Luke, enough please." Sandra Peterson-Hermes, wife of Luke Hermes and a mother Duke Hermes and Lyka Hermes. "Enough? This kid needs learning! He brought shame to our family name!" Luke Hermes took his belt off and rolled it twice on his knuckles.

Before long, we are ready to compare our notes. Like Clark Jr., Duke is availably single, so no issues on that front. Aside from their white supremacist extra-curricular activities, the age difference between the two cousins is apparently large enough that they don’t really interact much, socially. Where Clark Jr. is a basement-dwelling high school dropout, Duke actually graduated and is living in an apartment, while working full time at his dad’s car repair shop. Based on his profile photos and status updates, it seems Duke spends most of his free time either at his favorite watering hole bar, or fishing.