The Twin Thieves Novels & Stories

My hair was styled perfectly, my makeup flawless—but none of it made me feel any more comfortable. Jake appeared at my door just as I was finishing, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "You look presentable," he said, though his tone wasn’t exactly complimentary. "Thanks," I muttered, grabbing my purse and following him out the door. We got to the apartment a house well furnished with maids working about doing their jobs. As we walked in I saw a man I think I’ve seen before, he looked like Jake But as we got closer I recognized him immediately; Liam was his twin brother….

"I don't know who you're talking about. Maybe you should try somewhere else?" The twins' expressions turned cold, their eyes glinting in the dim light. "We're looking for them," one of them said, his voice dripping with menace. "And we won't leave until we find them." A shiver ran down my spine as I realized that these two weren't here to buy drugs after all. They were hunting for something - or someone. And I had a feeling that I was in their crosshairs. "I told you, I don't know any brothers," I said, my patience wearing thin. "And I'll suggest you start leaving now, because you're interfering with my business."

“I want to know where she goes. Every step.” So when Isadora snuck out of the house later that night, Marco was ready. He had already instructed the perimeter guards earlier in the day — “If her twin comes through, let her pass. No questions.” They had earlier been told how to differentiate the two of them, without her knowledge. He watched from the shadows as she slipped past them, dark coat wrapped tight, scarf covering the lower half of her face. She played the part of her twin flawlessly — posture, gait. The guards didn’t even flinch.

My heart is aching everytime I see that my twin is having a hard time. “Take care of my twin for me,” she said to my secretary before leaving my office. I looked at the invitation again and opened it up. “Theodore Williams,” I read aloud. I wonder how huge his clan that my parents chose him for my twin. “Do you think you can attend the wedding?” My secretary asked. “I mean, the Mafia world doesn't know that Ms. Bria has a twin sister,” she added with a lot of concerns. I chuckled as I realized it. My twin still invited me when she knows that well. It was me who asked my clan to hide it to the world they have.

No doubt paying off any law enforcement, and any packs nearby so they’d look the other way. “Those poor females,” I say, as I look at what he’s holding. I find some dates that match around when the twins would have been born. Sure enough “Heather Wilkins, ruined with twins.” No father listed but none seem to have that. While I guess it’s a silver lining that they didn’t just kill the babies after they were born, this also means there’s a ton of babies out there that’ll never know their real mothers. “We’ll put together a group to follow up on these. Try to see if any babies can be tracked down,” Rafe says, as if reading my mind. Three of the women from the brothel went on with the Barclay wa

"Do not hit Mama! That is our money! Uncle Marco tore our tickets so we could not leave! He is bad. He is a bad man!" Giovanni stepped closer slowly with an ugly smile. "Rina, be good," he said softly. "Stay and serve Katrina. I will pretend none of this happened." His hand reached toward my hair. "Otherwise, I do not mind letting you and Natalia experience—" I shut my eyes. Was this happening again? Heavy, disciplined footsteps echoed from the mouth of the alley. Engines idled, and car doors opened. A calm, lethal voice cut through the chaos and asked, "Who dares mistreat Giovanni's widow?"

At eight ‘o’clock in the evening, the twin brothers had just returned home when they saw a dark looking man standing on their porch, right in front of their house. They were startled and were about to scream when they heard the man speak. "You are with Cain Dodger only for his money but believe me when I tell you he’s going to destroy the both of you. I have a way to help you, so that you not only don't have to endure that fucking criminal, but you can also get good compensation." As Bryan had observed clearly in the dark, he noticed that when the twins were hugged by Cain, their expressions were very disgusted and repulsive.

I added, closing the subject then turned back to my tablet, the cool glass smooth under my red nails. "They're the Thorne brothers?" Felix said. His fingers moved fast on his own screen. "Wow!! He has a brother." I smiled softly, intrigued but no warmth touched my face. Just a spark of interest on my next target stirred inside me. "An identical twin brother," he said. He did not smile back, his voice sounding as if it's a problem. I looked at him harder, searching his face. Something in his eyes made my skin prickle. "Damien Thorne and Xander Thorne," he went on. "It says here that they're known for their notorious and ruthless nature. They are very discreet in their business deals and..." H

He looked like someone who'd made a decision and was following through before he could change his mind. "We need to talk," he said. "About?" "About what you know. What you think you know. And what happens next." I set down the papers. "I'm listening." He closed the door. Stayed standing. "You've figured it out. Or most of it. There are two of us. Nico and Eli. Twins. Raised as one person since we were twelve." "I know." "How long have you known?" "Officially? A few days. Suspected? Longer."

“They’ll remember where our lines were. Who we defended. Who we didn’t.” My stomach knotted. “So they might already be inclined to see me as a stolen asset,” I said. “Or as leverage. Or as some kind of… prize.” Rowan gave me a look that was half sympathy, half grim humor. “To some people, being wanted is the prize,” he said. “To others, it’s another kind of collar.” I exhaled shakily. “In Nightveil’s songs,” Theron said, “the twins are always painted as heroes. Strong. Clever. Blessed by the Moon. In our reports, they’re something more complicated.”