The Twin Dragons Mate

Chapter 3: Elliot

I glare at Alejandro while summoning my brother through our link. Within an instant, Alex was there, “What the hell did you do, Alejandro?” I had to keep him from making a scene,

“Calm down, brother,” I said; Drake was fuming,

“You are lucky that this is such a special day.” He said, “If not for that, I would tear you apart, limb from f*****g limb.” I pushed Drake back,

“Can I leave you alone for a bit without you killing him?” I asked; praying to get a ‘yes’ from him. I got a growl before he finally answered,

“Yes.” I sighed,

“Good.” I said, “I am going to go check on the lady.” I tell them and make my way toward the restrooms.

I knock on the door and clear my throat, “Excuse me, Miss, are you alright?” She opened the door slightly, “He’s gone, Miss. My brother is taking care of him.” The young lady emerges, tears in her eyes, “What is your name?” I ask, trying to get some information,

“Anastasia.” She says, “Anastasia Reese.”

“Miss Reese, do you have a way home?” She shakes her head, “Would you like a ride?”

“No, I think I can manage on my own.” Anastasia says, “Thank you, sir.” I nod and watch as she walks out of the building. I want to go after her. I saw her the other night while we were at the club, it’s hard to believe how much she looks like her. Our Maryanne.

I walked over to Drake who was mingling with other guests. I smiled and pulled him aside, “Where is he?” I ask, curious of the asshole’s whereabouts,

“I had him sent to the house.” He said, “They’re putting him in the dungeon until we can give him an actual trial.” I nodded; shocked, I can’t help but admit how proud I am that he is actually starting to mature.

“Good.” I say, “I have the strangest feeling that I should go after her.” Drake shrugs,

“You tend to have good instincts, brother.” He says, “Perhaps you should heed them.” I think for a moment, then head out to see if I can find her.

I look around, beginning to think that she might have gotten a ride, but that’s when I saw her. The poor thing was having trouble hailing a cab and I just couldn’t stand aside and watch. I come over to her, “Miss Reese,” I say, gaining her attention, “please, let me send for our driver and he can take you home.” She shakes her head,

“I really shouldn’t.” I stop her,

“Miss Reese, please.” I say, “Allow me to do this for you.” She wipes the tears from her eyes and nods, finally agreeing. I call for the driver and he pulls up. I open the door for her and help her in. “Charles will take you straight home.” She gives me a weak smile,

“Thank you,” she says, “for your kindness. I don’t know how I can repay you.” I put my hand up,

“There is no need for repayment, Miss Reese.” I tell her, “Just please, be careful with the men you meet. I hope I won’t have to save you again.” She smiles and nods. I lean down and tell Charles, “Please, be careful with Miss Reese. Take her straight home, please.”

“Yes, sir.” He says,

“Goodbye, Miss Reese.”

“Goodbye.” I closed the door and the car drove off. I can’t help but wonder about this woman, why does she look just like our late bride-to-be?

Perhaps I will never know the truth.