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We might be identical twins, but our personalities are wildly different. I’ve always been the risk taker, the wild one. Reggie is the level-headed, calculating, grumpy one. And the women fucking love it.
“Cya around.” I give her a wink as I leave, finding Reggie in the doorway.
“That went awfully,” I say to him.
He frowns.
“What? I thought it went well.”
I can’t help but chuckle.
“Yeah. That’s why you need me, brother. Someone has to read the room correctly.”
He scoffs as we head to the Range Rover.
“When’s your flight?” I ask.
“An hour. I’ll drop you home and head straight to the strip. Drago is coming with me. Can you make sure my place is clean? Maybe make her room presentable?”
I nod. I’m sure he’s a little nervous. I’ve never seen him like this.
“You know what she looks like yet?” I ask.
“Long dark hair. Green eyes.”
He’s holding something back.
“Please tell me you’ve got more to go off than that?”
“Yeah. Her phone tracker.”
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The music blares from the house down the street, bass rattling the pavement under my boots.
“Shit. I haven’t been to a house party in about twenty years,” Drago mutters beside me.
I turn to look at him. He’s definitely older than me, but he ain’t that old.
“How old are ya?” I ask.
He smirks. “It’s rude to ask a man’s age.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “It’s rude to ask a lady hers. Far as I’m aware, you’ve got a dick. So, how old?”
He rolls his eyes. “Haven’t we got a bride to catch?”
“Not until you spill, old man.”
He punches me in the bicep. “I’m thirty-fucking-eight, dickhead.”
“Still nearly ten years older than me.”
I pull out my phone, checking Bella’s live location. Yep. Disco house.
Drago laughs. “How old is your new wife? She’s not eighteen, right?”
