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Anya was still sleeping, her hand on my stomach, her head on my chest. I could hear her steady heart beat from here.
Perfect rhythm of her breaths was warming my soul up.
Her long black hair spread across the pillow behind her.
She always clinged to me when she slept. As if I would leave her.
Well joke's on her.
It was five in the morning, the sun wasn't visible in the sky yet.
I laid in this bed all night, without a blink of sleep. I just couldn't sleep.
How would I? Everything I worked for, was slipping through my fingers like sand.
I would've been alright if I hadn't seen the brief look in Connor's eyes when I asserted that my fiance was indeed looking for me.
I have never seen Connor attracted to any man or woman. His dick never stood up even after seeing fully naked bodies.
But my fiance's body under an elaborate nightgown, did the job.
His eyes flashed with gut wrenching disappointed when I shattered his delusions, just a few hours ago.
I couldn't get my head out of there.
Until now I thought, my little brother only wanted Anya because she was mine.
But now, I wasn't so sure.
If Connor genuinely liked her. I was fucked.
I don't have many worthy opponents, but my brothers could definitely take me down. We shared blood after all.
Our stories were intertwined with each other's. Our pains had the same source, our memories had the same people and our nightmares were filled with the same fucking monster.
Anyone else, who ever thought of taking something from me, decided to either give up the that goal or their lives.
