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I quickly stand up, looking at the face of my twin.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I say, angry. He sighs.
"Evangeline, I'm here to apologize," He says, looking down nervously. I roll my eyes and cross my arms.
"For what?" I bitterly say. Violet places her hand on my shoulder.
"Evangeline, give him a chance," I push her hand off my shoulder and uncross my arms.
"No. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for August? While you were here in Canada, newly married to Dave and having children, I was out, spending all my days and nights, heartbroken and looking for him. You have NO IDEA how much pain he caused me when he left. I had NO ONE. No family to help me when Dad died. The only person who was there was Charlotte! Charlotte can only do so much when she's not your own blood. I felt like I was an orphan. Like, I had no family left to be there for me. I've said this many times and can't explain this enough, you weren't there when I needed you," I say with a crack in my voice.
"You think I didn't want to be there?! You have no idea how many times I wanted to go home. How much I wanted to be there, but I couldn't," August says with an emotional voice.
"Then why weren't you?! Why weren't you there, August? When I needed you the most, you were gone!" He sighs.
"I can't tell you, but if I could, I would," He says with gloom in his voice. I cross my arms.
"So, you're telling me after all this time, after you've never messaged me, never contacted me even though you've had contact with Violet this whole fucking time, YOU CAN'T tell me WHY you were gone? You can't tell me WHY I should forgive you?!" August rolls his eyes.
"You want to know why I was fucking gone?! Fine! But I can't tell you when we're here. I have to tell you at someplace where there are no cameras, and we're alone," I cross my arms and roll my eyes.
"Alright, follow me," I walk past him, hitting my shoulder against his as I walk out of the kitchen.
I walk up the stairs and down the long hallway, hearing the sound of August's annoying boots behind me. I sigh as I open a door and step inside with August following me in.
"Nice little step up you've got here," August says, looking around as I close the door.
"It's Mr. Winters's office. He designed it, and I decorated it a little bit in his style," I say as I walk to the desk and sit in the chair. August laughs.
"Because pink flowers are his style?" I smile, looking at the only sign of pink in the room, sitting freshly in a vase by his personal stash of books on the bookshelf.
"It's a joke between me and Mr. Winters. He said I could do anything to the house remodeling, and I said, what if I painted his office pink? His response was anything his was mine," I say as August walks around the room, looking at every detail while holding his phone out. I cross my arms and roll my eyes.
"Like always, you're not listening to me," August stops and taps on his phone.
"I'm listening. Just don't say anything important while I'm scoping out the area," I uncross my arms and look at him, confused.
"Scope out the area?" August's phone beeps as he walks toward Mr. Winters's desk. He crouches down, looks under his desk, and grabs a small black-dotted piece of plastic.
"What the fuck is that?" I ask.
"It's a microphone. Looks like Mr. Winters's office isn't as safe as you thought," He says as he crushes the microphone piece in his hand.
"How the hell do you know all of this?" I ask, confused. August smiles at me.
"This is the first time I've heard you talk to me without yelling at me in five years," I roll my eyes.
"I wouldn't be yelling if you tell me where the fuck you've been. You were supposed to be there for me. We're fucking twins! We're supposed to be inseparable. So, tell me, where the hell were you?" August sighs and rolls his eyes.
"I joined the mafia," He says effortlessly. I blink and look at him dumbfounded.
"Come again?" I ask.
"That's where I was," He says quietly.
"What the fuck made you join the mafia?!" I say, sternly while crossing my arms.
"I was forced into it by someone. I had to leave because it was getting too risky. I didn't want to risk our family or put it in jeopardy. As I was working, I would send the money I earned home to pay for house bills because, let's be honest, Dad didn't have a good job, and we were about to lose our home. When Dad died... I lost it. I couldn't bear the look on your face as you buried him. I tried to help with it, but they said you already paid for it, so I just paid off the rest of the tombstone. I wanted to come home, but I couldn't. I'm sorry, Evangeline," My eyebrows furrow, feeling the sadness on my shoulders. I deeply inhale and sigh as I uncross my arms.
"You were gone because you were paying all the bills?" August looks away and nods his head. I stand up and slowly walk towards him as he looks at me cautiously. I hold my arms out, wrapping them around his cold black leather jacket as I hug him tightly.
"I've been waiting for you to say sorry for years. I've missed you so much," I say with a raspy voice as a few tears escape my eyes. August wraps his buffy arms around me and holds me tightly.
"I've missed you too, little sis," I roll my eyes, sniffing my nose as I pull from the hug.
"Two minutes born after you, and you're still calling me little sis? Plus, what the hell happened to you? You're all buffed out and ripped," He laughs.
"It's called exercise. You should try it sometime," I roll my eyes at his words, "You're so emotional," August says as he pulls a tissue out of his pocket and hands it to me.
"I guess that's what happens when you're pregnant," I say, wiping the spilled makeup from my eyes.
"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" August says with wide eyes, "I wondered what was kicking me while I was hugging you."
"Yeah, the little one doesn't like hugs. A lot happened when you were gone. I'm almost seven months pregnant and getting married soon," August chuckles.
"Damn, I should be the one to ask what happened to you. I left you, and you're about to marry Mr. Winters, a multi-billionaire, who's also the owner of a mafia gang, AND you're pregnant with his child?!" I laugh.
"Yeah... but my fiance is a gentleman and treats me amazingly. The funny thing is, I met him when I was working at a strip club as a stripper," I say, chuckling.
"You were a stripper?!" August says with wide eyes, "Fuck, man. I should have been there to support you. I knew you were in the lows, but I didn't know you were that low to be a stripper. Now, you're about to marry Mr. Winters," I looked at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean been there for me?" Suddenly it hits me, "I never once mentioned Mr. Winters's name. How the hell do you know Mr. Winters?" I say, demanding. August turns his head.
"I've known Mr. Winters for a long time. Except, I didn't meet him on his "business" side as you did. I've seen the side of Mr. Winters that no one ever sees until it's their last day. The way he tortures and kills people, it's like you've never seen before," I chuckling, not taking him seriously.
"Careful, it almost sounds like you're in love with him, too," I say teasingly, and August rolls his eyes.
"As I was saying, as a gang member, I'm a hacker, an assassin, as well as other things for the gang, but mainly the hacker. They call me the deadly tech. So, I know where you have been, and what you've been doing. I've been watching you for years to make sure you were safe. I said I should have been there because I could have saved you from becoming a stripper," He says, sounding regretful.
"Damn, stalker much?" I say jokingly. He rolls his eyes, "I became a stripper because I wanted to dance. I wanted to make good money doing something I'm good at. Plus, if you knew so much about Mr. Winters, why don't you stop me from going to marry him," August sighs.
"Because he makes you happy. Like Dad always said, he didn't care who we'd date or how they acted in the past. As long as they treated you well and made you happy, nothing else matters. I saw you when you walked out with Mr. Winters. I haven't seen you smile like that since Dad was alive," I smile.
"He makes me happy more than you think," August smiles.
"That's all that matters," He clears his throat, "So, you're pregnant?" I roll my eyes.
"Duh, do you want to feel him?" August's eyes widen.
"It's a him?!" An evil grin pulls on his lip as I take August's hand and put it on my stomach, "I'm going to be an uncle to a little dude who's going to be just like me," He says as Little Johnny kicks. I roll my eyes.
"How do you know he's going to be just like you?" I ask, annoyed.
"Because you're like me. We're twins, remember? I can't wait to take him out on his first drink at sixteen and teach him how to ride a motorcycle," August says with a smile as he looks at my stomach, still feeling him kick.
"The hell you are. My son isn't going to drink at sixteen."
"You did," August says, looking up at me. I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, that's because we had a shitty life. I want my child to live better and do better than me. Plus, what if Mr. Winters wants to take him out on his first drink?" August's smile fades, and he takes his hand off my stomach.
"You think Mr. Winters is going to stay with you for that long?" I look at August, confused.
"Of course, that's what marriage is for. Til death do us part. Why would you ask that?" August sighs deeply.
"I've known Mr. Winters for a long time, Evangeline. He's not the type to settle down and have a family," I roll my eyes and cross my arms.
"Then I guess I'm a living miracle because I'm standing here about to give birth to his child and about to marry him," August furrows his brows.
"Did he ever say I love you to you?" I uncross my arms and look away.
"No...," I say quietly, "But I've said it to him, and he's said as do I," I say, looking August in the eyes.
"That's not the same, Evangeline, and you know it," I lick my parched lips and swallow the dryness in my throat.
"I know he loves me. I can see it in his eyes. The way he reacts when he sees me and his actions speak it all," August shakes his head.
"Enjoy the love high while you still can, but beware, when you crash, it's going to be hard," August warns. I roll my eyes.
"I don't think I'm going to crash. I think we're going to do just fine. Now, come on. Let's go dance," I hold out my arm. August rolls his eyes.
"Fine, I warned you," He says as he connects his arms with mine.
We walk out of Mr. Winters's office, down the long shaded hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. August opens the backdoor as everyone's eyes dart at us.
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-End Of Chapter 62-
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