The Twin Thieves Novels & Stories

“I love the way you say my name,” Axel whispers against my neck. His breath is hot against my skin. “Axel,” I repeat. His name sounds like melted butter in my mouth. Sensual, seductive, wild. This is wrong. This is all wrong. I took a vow to commit to my husband. The first twin. Why the hell am I breaking that vow with the second, wilder twin? The wrong twin. The one that would surely ruin my life.

Rose groaned knowing Lily was right. "Where are you?" Rose sighed. "At this new club. I'm sending you the location." "Alright," and just like that Rose fell asleep again. Lily and Rose were twins. Their father, James was a former member of a famous Italian Mafia. The right hand man for his boss, but left the group after he had his twins. He knew they were his weakness and his enemies would take that to their advantage. Thus he requested his boss David De Connor, also his best friend if he could finally have a normal life. David understood him and accepted his request.

They were especially adept at sniffing out liars and fakes; they always knew when someone was hiding something or not being straight with them. Perhaps tragically, the twins had never used this astonishing gift for anything more than seducing the opposite sex: as a tag-team package deal, they’d managed to get women interested in a threesome, and in most cases, it was the woman’s first such experience. Not a single woman left the bed unhappy, unsatisfied, or unwilling to make a return trip.

Her mouth went dry at the sight. The twin on the right moved first. He closed the distance in two long strides, his big hand coming up to cup her jaw firmly, thumb brushing over her full lower lip as if testing its softness. His touch sent sparks racing straight down to her clit. Before he could speak, the other twin stepped behind her, his massive chest pressing against her back, hands settling possessively on her hips. She could feel the hard heat of him through her clothes. The one holding her face leaned in closer, green eyes burning into hers. “Before anything happens… what’s your name, little thief?”

That sound… justified, right? “That’s beside the point. But, as I told you, I started going to interviews and being this breath of fresh air among the trophy wives, and the next thing I knew, the twins had found out where I was, and you know them. They came in hot, ready to burn Xander’s shit and bleed him dry, but they couldn’t, because he had me. And he threatened them, with my life.

"Both wanted for murder, robbery, and some government-level stuff that I don't even want to get into. If you notice anything funny, keep going. Don't ask questions." Theresa smiled too casually. "There are plenty of twins in the world. Doesn't mean all of them are thieves." The driver shrugged once more. "You're right. Just be careful, okay?" "Thanks for your advice," I said more tightly than I wanted to. A few minutes later, he dropped us outside Theresa's gate. We thanked him, paid, and alighted. As he accelerated away, I saw his car disappear around the bend before facing Theresa. "Twins?" I gasped.

Ross leaned in, curious. I took a step closer to the twins, my arms loose at my sides, voice calm as if I was just telling a bedtime story. “They’re Fabian and Derico," I said. "Infamous in the darker circles. Shape shifters. Assassins. Murderers. FBI's Most Wanted list — but they’ve never been caught because no one knows what they actually look like. They shift faces too easily. This is their real face, we’re the first to see them. They are also the wonderful people who killed Darcy and Reeves. But I’m sure you put those two dots together."

PROLOGUE The city of shadows and secrets, where power whispers through the streets and fear cloaks the night, is ruled by two names that send shivers down the spine of every inhabitant: Lucian and Dominic. These twins, with their strikingly identical appearances but uniquely dangerous auras, are the reigning mafia lords of the country. Their empire, built on ruthlessness and an iron will, is a testament to their dominance in a world where weakness is not an option.

“She always seemed fragile yet she was lethal.” “That is the nature of man, James.” Lance retorted and sighed with regret and disappointment. He was still in denial about Vivian’s true identity. She was the other Santana twin who had gone missing after the raid on their camp three years ago. The Santana twins were a notorious car robbery syndicate in Flora. They led a group of youngsters in the business of mugging people and stealing their cars. These cars were either dismantled with different parts sold off to scrap and car dealers or they had their colors and plates numbers altered for resale. But there was something confusing about these girls; they came from a wealthy politician’s family

She smiled provocatively, responding boldly: "I could say that I came just to watch the spectacle you are providing to nature, but in fact, I came to offer a solution. I warned you that she wouldn't work out for you, didn't I? Now, if you want revenge on her, sleep with me. Let everyone in the pack know, restore your image, and then reject her before she does it to you, after all, it's inevitable, isn't it? I'll take you back." The brothers exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them. The raven, an attentive spectator of the scene, seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the unfolding events. Tiffany's proposal hung in the air like a temptation, an offer that aimed not onl