Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!

a gust of cold air and t

der than his photo. His shoulders were sl

Mason. He had tattoos on his fore

s, wearing headphones around his nec

y saw the Louis Vuitton tr

is eyes wide as he took in the monogrammed le

ly, patting the lid of a trunk that was worth fifty thousand dollars

d by dismissal. "Fake. Figures

voice shaking with joy. "T

r with a loud clack. He stared at Journey, his mouth

," Nolan snappe

didn't blink. "Yes. They kick

ed a defense, not an agreeme

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son said. His v

om wen

ve bar in Brooklyn, scouting a location. A fight had broken out. She had stepped in,

earing a mask-part of her "Luna" persona

It was her media smile. Perfect. Imp

n's voice. He saw the same steel in Journey's posture. But the woman in the bar had been surrounded by bo

ey added, offering a plausible alternat

gical, even if his gut screamed othe

He wiped his hands on his dirty pants, then he

cracked. "I'm sorry. I'm

his hands. They were rough, l

down," she said. "I

s eyes receded a fraction, replaced by confusion. The woman who save

clapping her hands nerv

s," Lucas muttered as h

that isn't poison

ing back at her wi

leaned in, his voice a low

e," he whispered. "But if you'r