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Except it didn’t. Instead, he floored it, causing the car to hit a side ramp. It flipped over and over and over again, rolling down the road. The sound of glass shattering and metal crunching was all around us.
Making it to the car, I slammed the SUV in park and jumped out.
Danny was upside down, and the only thing holding him was his seat belt. He was covered in blood and barely breathing.
“You’re not dying on me, fucker. I want that.”
Danny actually chuckled but coughed a bit with blood coming from between his lips.
“He played you,” Danny choked out. “Fuckin’ almost had you too.”
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
Danny coughed again and moaned in pain. Good. “He traded with you. I got Katie. Done deal.”
I punched him hard in the face, hearing bones crunch.
“How did you know my twin?” I asked, furious but needing to know.
Blood was starting to trickle out of his mouth, telling me he had internal injuries.
“My brother,” Danny answered.
“What, adopted?”
Danny laughed. “I’m not tellin’ you shit.”
I punched him again right in the nose, breaking it.
“Dry. Too many people watchin’. Cover me,” Micah told me as my anger was tipping over.
Micah reached in with a cloth, putting it over Danny’s face. It took a few seconds and the asshole was dead. I wanted more information out of him, but Micah was right. Too much attention was on us, and Danny had to go.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here before the cops show up.”
Just then the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance.
I wanted to spit on him, but didn’t want to leave my DNA. Fuck him. And that fucking twin.
May they burn in hell forever.
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“Foster brother.”Micah started as we sat at his kitchen table, his laptop open. There were things I needed to know. Danny didn’t give me the answers I needed to deal with this shit on my plate.
The asshole died faster than I liked, but he gave me a few things to work on.
“Keep goin’,” I told him.
“Daniel James Stevenson was in foster care for the first thirteen years of his life. There he met Robert David Mitchell, your fuckin’ twin.”
My damn twin. I still couldn’t wrap my head around that shit. A secret that exploded into a mess of hell and hurt my woman. More than once. I wished I’d been the one to pull that fucking trigger and put him six feet under.
Katie got that honor. I didn’t like how it happened, but I’m so fucking proud of how she defended herself. She’s such a fighter. She may not see it that way, but I do.
“Daniel thirteen and Robert fourteen ran from a state home in Illinois. No records of them for two years, but Robert got a job at McDonald’s at sixteen and stayed there about three years. Then he was in and out of jobs; at least legal ones that show up in government records.”
