Holy mother of God … I’ll be Goddamned.
Unable to stop looking between the two identical beings in front of her, she looked at their tattoos that were all matching but flipped, on opposite sides. She supposed she should have known that wasn’t Angel, but then again, what fucking twins get matching tattoos all over their body?
Speechless, nothing but stammering came out of her mouth.
“Maybe you should have continued to let her believe I was you.”
“I would have if you weren’t trying to fuck her,” Angel snapped.
Matthias rolled his eyes over her. “I think she liked me better. I might still have a sho—”
“Get the fuck out of here before someone else finding us both will be better than what I’ll do to you.” Threatening him, he shot him a final warning glance.
“Fine,” Matthias sighed before looking straight into Adalyn’s brown depths. “I thought we might be able to share her this time, but I can’t say I blame you.”
Share … me? Dear God …
She would be willing to die and go to heaven for a chanc—
Angel grabbed her chin, forcing her to look away from Matthias and up at him. “You ever kiss him again, I won’t believe you didn’t know it was me.”
Swallowing, she nodded in understanding.
“Did you like him better?” He continued to stare at her, ready to detect a lie.
She quickly shook her head.
“Good.” He flipped up the skateboard, catching it in his hand. “I didn’t wanna have to kill him.”
Twenty-Six
Pamela Anderson Circa Baywatch
“Um, why exactly was your brother pretending to be you yesterday?” Adalyn asked when they were almost to the school. She’d had the night to think about what had happened yesterday, and seeing him have a freaking twin distracted her from that.
Angel slightly paused in thought while driving, seeming to debate what to tell her before he spoke. “A Luciano died the night we got stuck in the elevator.”
Her skin went cold. “What?”
“One of the guys who came to see me at the movies was killed the same way Tom was.”
She bit her lip in nervousness. Something in her already knew who it was, but she had to ask.
“W-which one?”
“The one who stood in the middle. He had the grill.”
Holy shit. Whatever was happening between the families wasn’t good, and it definitely wasn’t good for whatever the hell was happening between her and Angel.
Swallowing hard, she tried not to think about it too much. “So, you two switched—”
“Because I needed to talk to the family,” he finished for her, putting the car in park.
Getting out of the car, the two joined the group, only to see Vincent standing beside Lake.
“Uh, why are you here?” Adalyn asked, confused.
Lake stared at her shoes, looking like a puppy that had just done something bad.
“Since Tom’s death, Lucca needed a replacement.” His baby blues looked straight at Angel. “I volunteered because, who best to watch my girl and my sister than me?”
Adalyn blinked repeatedly as Vincent put his arm around Lake and started walking her to class. Poor Lake.
Angel was completely unbothered and looked like he had just been swatted at by a kitten.
“He does realize that it’s very hard to find a guy as pretty as him threatening, right?”
She went to open her mouth, but then decided to close it to keep that information about her brother to herself. It’ll be a fun surprise.
They headed to the classroom; Lake and Vincent waited at the door for them, but when the girls walked in and Angel went to follow behind, her brother looked confused.
“What are you doing?”
“I watch them from inside the classroom,” Angel told him.
Putting his hand on his shoulder, Vincent stopped him. “We’re supposed to wait outside and watch the door.”
Angel stared down at his hand, looking like he was about to punch him. To Adalyn’s surprise, though, he seemed to change tactics.
“See this classroom?” He pointed to the full classroom of over a hundred students who were half asleep. “Any one of them could be a murderer, or worse, try to flirt with your girl. We have to assume everyone’s a threat, so I sit right behind them all the way in the back, where I can keep an eye on everyone.”
The pretty boy’s mind seemed to be blown. “Good call.”
Rolling his eyes when Vincent headed into the classroom with Lake, he mumbled under his breath, “He’s not very smart, is he?”
That, Adalyn agreed with. “Nope. He’s not.”
Taking her seat next to Lake, she was ready to whisper so the boys couldn’t hear, when her friend beat her to the punch.
“He’s mad at me,” Lake came out with it.
Adalyn started to laugh, knowing exactly where this was going.
“He said I was staring at him too much, and that it looked like I had the hots for Angel. I think even Elle got in trouble with Nero, because I heard Vincent on the phone with him, promising that he’d keep an eye on Elle around him, too.”