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“Neither am I,” he snapped, reaching for the phone on his desk. He picked up the receiver and dialed a number, raising it to his ear. “Arlo, it’s Carl.” He paused. “No, everything is not okay. Your boys put their filthy hands on my granddaughter at school today. I will not allow it.”

“Save your apologies, Arlo,” our grandfather hissed. “Luca is rotten to his core. So are the other two you adopted. If you don’t do something about them, the Salvatores will never get admitted into The Founders Society. Do you understand me?”

I was unsure if Arlo Salvatore responded before Pops slammed the phone down, his cheeks flushed with anger. No one, apart from me, had ever stood up for Alex. I wasn’t Carl’s biggest fan. But now that I saw he cared about my sister, he wasn’t so bad.

“That should take care of the issue,” he said to assure Alex. “I’m sorry, princess. Those boys won’t harm you again. If they try anything, let me know. I will threaten everything the Salvatores hold dear.”

Our grandfather was one of the Elders in The Founders Society, making him a very powerful man. He was also number three on the Forbes Billionaires list. He had too much money, but you could never have enough if you asked him.

Overnight, I went from below the poverty line to one of the heirs to a multi-billion dollar fortune. I would be expected to take my grandfather’s place as an Elder one day. But I wanted nothing to do with his money or this stupid town. I hated pretending to be one of them.

I wouldn’t be one of them.

Chapter Ten

SONNY

Leaning against the wall, I waited for Aiden to round the corner. He would be here any minute, like clockwork. If anything, he was predictable and punctual, especially regarding his twin sister.

I grabbed Aiden’s arm, wrapping my fingers around his bicep. He wasn’t as muscular as me but was lean and built strong.

“What the fuck?” Aiden shoved my hand away, and when our eyes met, he said, “Oh, it’s you.”

“Yep.” I clicked my tongue. “Just me.”

He slipped his long fingers through his curly hair and sighed. “What do you want, Pretty Boy?”

“You.”

I liked to hunt and would not stop pursuing him until Aiden submitted. Maybe it was because I was a spoiled brat and grew up with a platinum spoon in my mouth. But I didn’t care why I was like this. When I wanted something, I went after it until it was mine.

And Aiden Wellington?

He was going to be mine.

“I already told you.” He shook his head. “I don’t do pretty boys. You’re not my type.”

“As I told you, I’m everyone’s type.”

My nose pressed into his cheek, and I drank in his manly scent. Aiden smelled like charcoal, cloves, and clean linen.

I fucking loved it.

“Stop denying it, Wellington. You want my dick.”

He slung a backpack over his shoulder. “Nah. I’m good.”

“We’re going to play this game until I win,” I challenged with fire behind my words. “I always win.”

“Good luck with that.” Aiden rolled his eyes. “I rarely swing the other way. And when I do, it’s not for pretty boy rich bitches like you.”

Without another thought, he disappeared down the hallway. He left me standing there like I had a limp dick in my hand.

Marcello walked up beside me, smirking.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Most of it.” He snorted with laughter. “You’re so out of your league with Aiden.”

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