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“Did I tell you how much I love you, my golden panther?” “Yes, but I won't mind hearing it again and again and again.” ____ A. Gupta Yes, there will be more. And more about Mila's sister and Jonathan's brother. Jeremiah’s book: Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF Mafia Romance But please don't forget to leave a comment on the start of the book and on the about page of the book, leave your review. I hope you liked the book and you will love the next chapter too! Thankyou for all your support...

No way. "You... finished them?" He shrugged. "That isn't possible." I hadn't even given a single thought to it yesterday since he left because I was sure he wouldn't meet up and had only been bluffing. There was no way he could've read eight books in less than twenty four hours. That shouldn't be possible. "You doubting me? Ask me anything." He crossed his arms. My eyes couldn't resist traveling to his hands where tattoos peeked out of his jacket. "O... Okay." I cleared my throat and reached for North Shore Series. "Who were the main characters of book three? Delightful Sins."

Alexander Cromwell, Alexis’s elder brother, the boy i once had an intense crush on as a teenager and even now, still my first love. Our families had been friends since our grandfathers’ high school days, then our fathers’ and now ours. We used to be called the ‘Four A’s' when we were younger, since all our names started with an A, even though none of us were actually twins. Alexander was my brother’s best friend, they’d been close since they were babies, practically like brothers themselves. My friendship with Alexis came as naturally as breathing, we were probably destined to be friends even before we were born.

He pulls a book from the nearby stack on the table, its cover catching the light from the lamp. I recognize it: a hard copy of my favorite dark romance. "I didn't know you read smut," I tease, giggling. "I don't," he admits. "But a while ago, back at the clubhouse, I saw you reading it on your phone...and I bought a hard copy. You haven't touched it since, so I thought we could finish it together." My heart stutters. Oh.

Maybe I should just use the opportunity to study. I grab my bag pack and pulled out my books. I'll be lying if I said anything something got into my brain. I kept on thinking about him, his body, his six packs, his perfect face that makes want to go mad...... Isabella, what's going on with you. It can't be happening right, I can't be falling for my brother's best friend. Omg this can't be happening.

He swiped to another photo showing elaborate floral arrangements and ceremonial altars. "Look at this setup. Garrett must have spent months planning this." My stomach twisted as I recognized some of the flowers. White moonbells - the same ones Garrett used to bring me, claiming they were "just something pretty I found." Now I knew where he'd gotten the idea. From my brother's enthusiastic stories, I heard about a completely different version of Garrett. Marcus leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in admiration. "You know, I always thought Garrett was too focused on pack duties to care about romance. But this guy is absolutely devoted."

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.

She buried her face in his neck, breathing him in—soap, faint cologne, the scent that meant safety and sin all at once. “I missed you,” he murmured against her hair, voice rough. “Every damn day.” Jake groaned loudly from the porch steps. “Jesus Christ, already? It’s gonna take me some serious time to get used to this shit. My best friend mauling my little sister in the driveway like it’s a damn romance movie.” Mia laughed into Ethan’s chest. Ethan set her down but kept one arm around her waist, grinning. “Get used to it, man,” Ethan said, voice lighter than it had been in months.

He said speaking so kindly to me whilst his hand rested on Emmett’s cheek who drifted to sleep, where I her to place my head on Alban’s forehead feeling so thankful. “Well, I couldn’t have done that without your magical dust as you said.” I joked opening my eyes a little causing Alban to chuckle quietly as I rested my back against his chest with our son sleeping in my arms, his holding tightly around my waist. “Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.” I said thinking aloud looking over at the wall, but my comment only leading Alban to send me a raised eyebrow not knowing what I meant. “Being mated to my brother’s best friend…the Alpha.” I smiled staring up into Alban’s eyes, where his signature sm

"Rhett might be there." I said nothing. Rhett Holt was Liam's older brother and the subject of approximately forty percent of Liam's bad moods. I had met him twice and on both occasions he had looked at me the way people look at mildly interesting weather — present, briefly noted, forgotten. "Fine," I said. Liam smiled. Squeezed my hand across the table. At least I'll be seeing his mother. The only sane one in that family, if you ask me. I smiled back and ate my tiramisu.