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“It’s not a person,” Zander emphasizes and lifts the shirt in his possession. “It’s a brand. This brand of shirt is worth easily five million.”

“You’re fucking joking,” I snarl.

“Nope.”

“How do you even know for sure,” Warren questions.

“I own one,” Zander reveals, leaving us silent as he pulls out his phone and mutters, “Ten to be exact.”

Not waiting for our reply, his phone only rings once.

“Yes?”It’s Arlo.

“I need you to run every fucking test on this t-shirt and see if you can grab some sort of DNA on it,” Zander orders. “Also need Kian. In the morning, though.”

“On it,” Arlo replies and doesn’t wait for us to hang up.He does the deed for us.

“You think we can get the culprit?” I question.

“If he wore it, most likely. The problem is finding a match on the database,” Zander whispers.

“He won’t let us off the hook a second time,” Ares whispers.

When we look his way, I can’t describe his expression.

“I’m going for a smoke,” he declares and looks specifically my way. “My question still stands.”

He leaves before I can argue with him.

Warren doesn’t say anything. He just follows his younger brother, leaving me with Zander.

He’s already next to head to the door.

“Dolcezza isn’t going to classes tomorrow,” Zander announces. “Hope this wake-up call makes you realize who are the real fuckers who will stay by your side when life throws lemons.” He walks out the door but doesn’t close it. “You come to realize all those bastards who love idolizing you would never stand by your side to clean the mess your lemonade stand made after being vandalized.”

I’m left to stand there.

Alone.

It’s the first I can acknowledge truly feeling lonely.

29

A SLICE OF NORMALCY

~GEMINI~

“Is this really necessary?”

Six pairs of eyes are staring back at me, making me cringe at the idea of speaking up.

“Never mind.”

This is what I get for drinking last night.

I wish it was that simple. Blame it on a few drinks, top it off with my lack of nutrition, and conclude that because of A and B, the result of me passing out in the washroom and being “taken” by a stranger has to be the ultimatum that equals C.

What the fuck do I even know?

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