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A growl rumbled in my chest, and I slid an arm around Maggie’s waist, pulling her tight against me as I glared at the asshole over the top of her head. No fucking way was I going to let that flea-bitten feline get his paws anywhere near my girl.

Er…I meant my Maggie.

No…just Maggie.

Notmyanything.

She was way too innocent to be mixed up with the likes of him, and I was more determined than ever to make sure the mangy cat didn’t harm—or even muss—a hair on her head.

Chapter Five

MAGGIE

Ablush crawled up my neck, heating my cheeks, and I was torn between feeling mortified and sighing in appreciation.

Because the man in the van was fucking hot.

And very much naked and not afraid to show…everything.

I tore my eyes away, then did a double take when I noticed a second man lying next to the first one.

My brain hiccupped—or maybe I hit my head somewhere—because the second man was a duplicate.

An exact carbon copy.

Like there were two of them.

And did I mention thattheywere naked too?

Piercing, bright blue eyes glowed in the back of the van like a beacon. The way he watched me made me feel alive and special, and I wasn’t sure I liked the sensation.

My eyes flashed between the two men, searching for differences, but except for their hairstyles, they appeared identical.

In every way.

I ran my hands over my head, searching for any lumps or cuts.

Nothing.

I spoke to the alpha without moving my too wide gaze away from the chained men. “Like—you see two of them too, right? I’m not concussed from a blow to the head that I don’t remember getting?”

The twin who was conscious snorted, while Grady gave a grumbly sigh. When I turned and peered up at him, he practically rolled his eyes when he saw I was serious. “Yeah, there are two of them.”

“And they’re both naked?” I stage-whispered the question, not put off by the scowl that darkened his face.

“Yes,” he snapped, and my eyebrows shot up.

“Okay, grouchy. I just wanted to be sure this wasn’t some sort of exhausted dream after the double shift I just worked. No need to get testicles—testes—touchy. Touchy!! I mean, there’s no need to get all touchy about it.” I nodded back at him, shooting him my brightest smile, wincing internally.

I must have finally cracked, because something about seeing the big alpha getting worked up actually calmed me instead of making me piss my pants. I turned away, stealing another peek at the twins, then muttered under my breath, “Although touchy would be exactly what I need after the day I just had.”

“If you just unlock me, I’m sure we can work something out.” Twin one lifted up his cuffed hands, chains clanking as they dragged against the van, and he wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

Though twin two didn’t move, awareness crawled over my skin, and I saw his eyes were open a crack. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been conscious. Though his expression was slightly dazed, I didn’t doubt he was weighing the situation and waiting for an opening.

Grady growled, snapping the connection between me and the twins, edging in front of me like some giant chastity belt, ready to save my virtue.

I mentally snorted at the thought. My virtue had been well and truly tarnished years ago.

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