Claimed By The Alpha Biker
Dicksonwoke up this morning and got myself a gunand then he grabbed me by the necki met a man that wasn't therehe manages me sadistically
Then, without ceremony, he began.
“Tonight,” he said, folding his hands together, “we speak of twins.”
I stilled.
“Two girls,” he continued, eyes distant now. “Born of the same father and mother. Born on the same day. Same hour. Same breath.”
My chest tightened.
“They were remarkable,” he went on. “From the moment they first shifted, they were in sync. Perfectly aligned. Where one moved, the other followed. Where one felt pain, the other felt it too.”