Josiah
I parked the SUV in the shade of an old oak that leaned over the road. I cut the engine and turned in my seat so that I could get a better look at Renee Forest. Her blue eyes were snapping with anger and shadowed with something that looked suspiciously like shame. It was still amazing how much she didn’t resemble her twin. Her pixie-like features looked nothing like Olivia’s robust, curvaceous body.
“I already told you, Bentley Brooks approached me at the club. I don’t even know the man. And as for the drugs he pushed to me: I didn’t know what they were at the time.”
Call me crazy, but I believed her. She was just as much a victim of the twins as any of the other women who were forced or coerced to perform for their disgusting website.
“Okay,” I said, “I’m sorry.” I blew
