Roman
Iparktheengine outside of the house, closing my eyes as I mentally prepare to meet my asshat brother. I hate that I have to do this. I have to ask him to loan me money. It will be like making a deal with the devil, but beggars can’t be choosers.
This is what I get for taking pity on an omega, and we really are way in over our heads. We needed that money, and now there’s no telling how things will pan out.
Rome will take great delight in seeing me suffer, and I have to play my cards right here and not let him get to me. He always had a way of getting under my skin after all.
My time is almost up. If I don’t do something soon, then we will lose the estate. And then Pack Cobra will be left in ruins.
There’s also Dove to consider too. Only the gods know what will become of her. What the hell will happen to us when the government finds out we’re harboring a dangerous fugitive?
I won’t deny that I’m attracted to her. She looked so beautiful in my mom’s old blue dress. The color really brought out her eyes, and great. Fantastic.
I’m just as bad as Isaac and Sebastian now, but I can’t help but be drawn to her. Her coconut scent fills my dreams at night, and then I wake in the morning with a massive hard-on.
I dream about all the things that I would do to her body, and I really am a disturbed bastard and a bit of a creep. I just want to suck on all her pebble-shaped toes, and shit. My knot has swollen.
Now I can’t get her out of my head.
Slowly, I pull out my phone, then click on the app. A little blinking dot on the screen confirms that she’s at the cottage with my grandmother, and I really hope to God that I haven’t made a mistake. I tried to give Dove the benefit of the doubt, which is why I gave her the tracker, even if it made me feel like shit having to fasten that ugly thing around her delicate neck. But I can’t help but feel a little anxious at the idea of her being alone with my grandma.
Dove may look and sound like an innocent angel, but we have to be on our best guard whenever we’re around her. She’s still a dangerous fugitive, and if she so much as steps a toe out of line, then I will kill her.
My pack brothers may fight me, but I have to do what is best for us all. It seems she already has them wrapped around her little pinkie finger, and they really are fools.
If only we had just killed her; if only I hadn’t been such a poor excuse of a grandson, then we wouldn’t be on the verge of bankruptcy. I guess that’s what I get for being so bad at money and gambling away my trust fund.
My grandfather would be turning in his grave right about now.
Rome has his shit together. He owns his own bank and even has a pretty little omega that he bought from the compound.
Finally, I muster up my courage and step out of the car. I already got through security, so now all I have to do is stroll up to the front door and knock.
His house is even bigger than our family home, and I don’t even know why he’s jealous of me. He’s self-made. Sure, he had a good start in life by being the grandson of a nobleman, but all this money is his.
Rome is revered in our society. A well-renowned philanthropist, he is adored the world over.
He even put a stop to child trafficking. As a former trafficked child himself, he’s a great spokesperson for the cause, and his sob story is well known in many circles.
The billionaire banker who was raised to be an assassin. He really did crawl out from the bottom and all the way to the top.
A real inspiration indeed.
Nobody even knows that he has a lowly twin, and people mistake me for him all the time.
Rome and I may share a face and DNA, but we are not alike. I’m not a twisted piece of shit, and one day I will show the world the real man beneath the facade.
One day...
The door opens, and I meet the wrinkled face of an elderly butler. He must be creeping on a hundred, yet Rome keeps him around. Such a nice man, thinking about the elderly...
How ironic, considering he never visits our grandmother, but I’m not here to berate him about that; I’m here to ask for money. After all, she’s his grandmother too.
“Ah, sir... I see you are back from your business trip.”
I raise a brow at the old butler. Business trip?
He thinks I’m Rome, which is understandable. He is pretty old. His eyes won’t be what they used to be, so he won’t see that we have different hair-styles.