The 2p's▫️chapter 14

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◼️◼️Y/n's POV◼️◼️
The cloth bag was ripped off of my head, messing up my hair. "Hey! I was finally having a nice hair day!" I complain. My captor growled as they moved to stand in front of me. He looked a lot like Feli. "2p." I mumble. "True." He answers with a smirk. "What do you want with me?" I ask "To stop hanging with those weaklings." He growls. "What?!" I hiss. "Those weaklings, your sister." He says. "Don't insult my sister." I growl. I tried getting my wrists out of the ropes but failed. "Join us. You are one of us, not them. You are strong, they are weak." He explains. "Look buddy, you've got the wrong-" he cut me off. "Don't try and trick me!" He yells. "I'm not trying to trick you! You've got the wrong twin!" I yell. "Fine. Fine. Play it your way. What's your name?" He hisses. "Y/n l/n." I answer. "Yours?" I ask with a quirked eyebrow. "Luciano Vargas. 2p of that idiot, feliciano." He snarls. "Come in boys." He yells as more 2p's enter

(So sorry it's short. I have no creative juices today. Sincerely sorry.)

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