Page 1 of Dirty Heirs

Part One

Chapter One

AIDEN

I hated this fucking town. Devil’s Creek was full of rich snobs who thought they were special because of their last names, their fancy mansions, and the expensive cars they drove. I didn’t give a shit about money or status. Because until a few days ago, I wasn’t Aiden Wellington.

I was Aiden Fox.

A nobody.

My estranged grandfather, Carl Wellington III, showed up out of nowhere and plucked my twin sister and me from a life of misery and poverty. He offered us freedom, a new last name, and money. I didn’t care about his wealth or his promises.

I just wanted to be free.

And not just for me.

I had to save Alex.

My other half.

My twin.

I walked down the hallway beside Alex, holding her hand. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, but I fiercely protected her. After all the horrible shit she endured at the hands of our mother, she deserved a new life.

A fresh start.

“Aid, I’ll be okay,” she said to assure me. “You don’t have to worry about me while you’re gone. I can handle the Salvatore brothers. They’re just boys.”

I didn’t share her confidence after our introduction to the Salvatore brothers. They were assholes to her and acted like she was invisible. Alex tried to make them like her, but only Marcello spoke to her.

“No, they’re not,” I told my sister. “They’re men, not boys. I don’t like how they treated you. And I don’t trust them.”

“Marcello was nice.” She smiled up at me, glowing at the thought of Marcello, whom she talked about all night after the dinner until she fell asleep. “He’s handsome, don’t you think?”

Only Alex knew about the guys I fucked around with at our last school. We were never allowed to leave the house except for school and art class. So, I made the most of my time by hooking up with anyone interested–boys included.

At first, I did it to piss off my homophobic mother. I wanted to shove it in her face that I kissed a boy. But I didn’t plan on liking it. I never expected to get hard or grind my dick against his leg until I came.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Marcello’s hot. So are his brothers. But they’re all fucking dickheads. I don’t want you with any of them.”

She looked at me, batting her long, black lashes. “I need you to be okay with this. If not for Pops, we would still be with Mom and Dad.” Her bottom lip trembled. “I can’t go back to Haven. I can’t go back to her.”

Our mother started abusing Alex when she was old enough to understand that getting locked in a dark closet without food and water for days was not normal. To save her, I jumped at the chance to leave our small town in the Midwest. I didn’t care what I had to give up, nor did Alex. We chose to get out of that fucking shithole.

But strings were attached.

For both of us.

My sister had to choose between the four Salvatore brothers to marry. I had to join a secret society called The Devil’s Knights after I graduated from college. Most Knights went through initiation after high school, but my grandfather made an exception since I refused to be a Knight. I could attend art school with Alex only if I became a Knight afterward.

I said yes, anything to keep Alex and me together. Besides, she wouldn’t last six months apart from me. She had complex PTSD and woke up every night screaming. If I wasn’t there to comfort her, she had horrible panic attacks.

“We’re never going back there,” I promised, guiding Alex toward the school-assigned locker. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. But I don’t want you marrying one of those assholes.”

“What if I pick Marcello?”

I shrugged. “He’s okay, I guess. But we don’t know him. Don’t let that pretty face fool you. The Salvatores are fucking snakes. This marriage benefits them more than you.”

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