CHARLES'S POV:
One step at a time, Richard struts closer to Pearl. His eyes are soaking in her full lips, the way they are parting, and her nose the way she is wrinkling when Malcolm gets too close.
I watch his every move as if it is my mine because Pearl is mine. He thinks he owns half of everything, but he is nothing more than a mistake that I plan to fix very, very soon.
Taking every bit of control that I have to keep myself in check, I pop my neck and knuckles and patiently wait for my twin brother to make one wrong move. Richard reaches in the depths of his pocket and pulls out a fresh cigar. He never lights it; he only holds it in the corner and licks his lips at the sight of Pearl's ass in her small denim shorts. I make a mental to trash every pair of shorts that Pearl ever own
