Page 26 of The Twins

Vegas

Los Angeles - NOW

I wrapmy arms around Grey, who’s sitting on top of me. Although my sugar puff has gained a lot of weight, she’s still small. Her appetite plays games with us, the aftermath of her past unhealthy lifestyle. This has been a long process. She doesn’t have to go curvy. She can do whatever the fuck she wants with her body, and we’ll all be there for her for support.

Nobody’s taking away our woman.

My message is direct, and Kamila Ruby Wraith catches it instantly.

“Grey, that man’s a liar!” Kamila exclaims. When did they get to a first-name basis? Why is it Grey and not Amira? I’m confused.

The redhead Queen of Katantia, a former dictatorship and now reformed sex island in the Arabian Sea, wears no fancy dresses or elaborate make-up like she did the last time I met her—no glitter on her eyelids or cheeks today.

Her height hasn’t changed, but she still wears heels. She’s the tallest and proudest woman I’ve ever encountered.

I must admit I haven’t kept up with developments in her country. I know she’s the queen of it all, but I’ve been avoiding Katantia like it’s the plague.

I had the worst time of my life during my assignment at the Katantian palace.

“Get off of him!” Kamila yelps as she charges for us. Her movements are fast. Kamila catches me in a moment of astonishment—I would’ve knocked her out five minutes ago. Now, I’m buzzing from my Katantian reunion.

You can’t blame a man for his PTSD now, can you?

Kamila drags Grey from me by her elbow, and I draw in a breath, hurting for my woman. Grey winces, clearly stunned by her new bestie. As soon as Grey’s not on my lap anymore, Kamila attempts to hit me.

A random woman attempts to hit me.

What have I ever done to her? In time, I duck and avoid any contact with Kamila’s angry fist. I grab her arms, but she tugs at me with the ferocity of a wild cat. She wasn’t this outgoing the last time I met her.

Seven years ago, she was all about tiaras and gowns. Now, she’s half a martial artist already, and she wears a crop top with a basketball team’s logo on it. Color me impressed, but also fucking upset because my sugar puff is on the side, panicking at the sight of a stranger pouncing on me.

“Kamila? Baby? What’s wrong?” a male voice from behind us calls. The frantic steps around us multiply, and I go numb.

It’s my body adjusting to the new scene.

Once the moment passes, I see it all. Panic. Worry. Love.

Kamila is passionate about whatever she thinks I’ve done. That’s why I don’t bother shoving her off me. Somewhere inside of this woman, there’s a hurt she’ll never recover from, like my Grey.

I was there.

I saw Kamila being abused by her father.

Fuck. I can’t blame the woman for being hostile toward me. I’d prefer to know what I did wrong, though. My sugar puff doesn’t have any reasons to complain. She’s my queen.

On top of me, Kamila breathes hastily. She’s red all over, and the venom in her eyes poisons me.

“YOU!”

“Baby, please, come to me. Tell me what he did to you,” the man asks of Kamila. He comes forward, and he smells like money, but, fuck, there’s a ton of love mixed in there. He’s careful with his steps. With his fit body, the fancy sweater, and slacks paired with rare sneakers, he screams rich.

Kamila takes a deep breath. Her scowl doesn’t die down, but she gets away from me. Her eyes remain on me while Grey hurries toward me, kissing my face and making sure I’m fine. I don’t reciprocate the touch my woman gives me because a stranger just touched my woman’s elbows.

That’s a no-go zone.

“Kamila, explain yourself,” the man demands. His tone is kind, but at the same time, he’s frustrated.

“This man once visited Katantia, and he was a private guest of my father’s,” Kamila blurts out. If she remembers who I am, then why doesn’t she call Grey by her real name? “He… I’m sure he’s hurting this woman! She just cried in the bathroom.”

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