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"They're in church," I repeated.

I could see her trying to puzzle it out. I hadn't joined the MC back in the day when Lock took over, but I made it my business to know everything my twin was involved in, so I knew that church wouldn't be happening without the president of the MC there. I was fucking with her. This had been one of our favorite games as kids, pretending to be one another.

"Levi Sharpe." I held my hand out to her.

She blinked down at it, then back up at me. "...Kit Kincaid." She took my hand and shook it. "I didn't know Lockout had a…"

"Twin," I confirmed. My smile widened as shocked recognition spread over her face.

"He's never even spoken about you," she said, then stopped as twin spots of color appeared on her cheeks. "Sorry, I mean-"

"It's alright," I told her. "I wouldn't have expected him to." I laughed as she studied me intently.

"You're seriously twin-twins," she said with a laugh. "Sorry, again." She finally looked away. "Want that drink?"

"Sure, Jack and Coke. Thanks."

I watched as she prepared the drink. Despite how beautiful she was, I wasn't really interested. Everything in my life had been put on hold, including women, while I built up my empire. Now that I was at the top, I was finding it hard to shake the workaholic habits I'd adopted over the years.

She set the drink in front of me, giving me a friendly smile, then picked up a clipboard that'd been sitting on the bar. I watched her do inventory as I took a long swallow of the drink. The whiskey hit the back of my throat with a familiar burn.

Picking up my phone, I spent the time answering a few emails and other important business related things my assistant had sent over for me to look at. Andrew worked nearly as hard as I did. It was the reason I hired him. The kid was going places and I wanted those places to be within Sharpe Corporations.

"Hey, Vixen."

I looked up and one of the biggest men I'd ever seen walked out from the hallway, the rest of the men following him. He leaned on the bar, then grinned right before the dark-haired beauty laid a kiss on his lips. If I'd been interested in dating her, I'd have been disappointed. Though maybe finding somewhere to wet my dick was something I should look into. It'd been too fucking long.

Flicking through my phone, I pulled up my To Do List and added it. Right at the top. Get some pussy. Shrugging, I shoved the phone back into the pocket of my suit pants and watched the rest of the men come out of church. Despite the differences between them, they all had the same shit in common. They were dangerous. Predators. Ready to hunt the entire world. It was a good feeling to be that kind of man. I knew from the way people responded to me in boardrooms I gave off the same vibes. It made negotiations easy, since there were few predators in my world. Vultures mostly, and I could pick them off easily.

I'd been in the military right alongside my brother and our best friend. Reed had changed a lot, the same as me. I'd kept just as close an eye on him as I had Liam. He was a hot shot lawyer now, but I was actually glad to see him joining the MC. It amused me that Liam was forcing him to prospect for the club.

Two men paused as they were walking by. The rest were studying me, but not approaching, or speaking to me. These two didn't seem to have that issue.

"Who the fuck are you?" the younger, and gruffer, of the two asked. His hair was a little longer, down to the ears, and shaggy. He had tattoos on his neck, down his forearms, and over the backs of his hands. His blue eyes were narrowed on me. His friend seemed a bit more relaxed, though no less intense as they both waited for my reply.

"I think that's a bit obvious," I answered with a chuckle. "I'm Liam, from the mirror universe." They blinked a few times before outright ignoring my comment.

"You know what the fuck I mean. Why are you here?"

"Those are two very different questions," I pointed out.

"Butcher," the friend said, tone warning. "He's Lock's family. Leave him be."

I straightened up in my seat. "You're Butcher?"

That was the wrong thing to say. The man tensed up even more and now his friend was giving me a look that told me I was an idiot. I knew every man in this MC. Well, knew of them. Had thick files on them, everything from their home lives, to their military careers. The man standing before me was a wild card. Though, that might be putting it too nicely. He was a fucking bomb, waiting to go off. I decided to give him a shake.

"I know you, friend?" The way he said friend made it very clear that we weren't.

There wasn't a chance to answer because Liam, Lockout—I snickered inwardly at the name—came into the room. I'd been the one to give both Lock and Static their nicknames. It was only fair that Static had returned that favor. Idaho. Fucking ridiculous, but it could be worse.

I'd been forced to move there and start up my business in Boise because that was where my original investors had been located. It hadn't taken long before I had homes all over the country. I spent more time on planes traveling than I did at any one location, but Boise was still home. For now. "Everyone, this is my brother, Levi," Lock announced. He said brother like he was spitting out a piece of rotten fruit from his mouth.

"Idaho," Riptide interrupted with a grin in my direction.

Lockout gave him a piercing look before continuing. "He's here to help us out with the school. Then he'll probably crawl back into whatever hole he came out of." The last sentence was muttered and mostly only for me, but both Butcher and his friend—who I was pretty sure was Boone Sutton, also known as Toxic—overheard.

Toxic shot a wicked grin my way. "Gotta love family reunions," he said before nudging Butcher along with him, giving me and Lockout a chance to speak alone.

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