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Eres mi hermanastra, aunque en mi opinión, eso no significa más que una excusa para mantenerte cerca. Nuestros padres, impotentes contra mi voluntad, no tienen voz y voto en lo que hago. Soy Justin, el líder indiscutible de la banda de motociclistas más temida del pueblo, y tú, hermanita, eres mi obsesión, mi tesoro. Y esta noche estoy en casa.

*The heavy thrum of a motorcycle engine faded outside, replaced by the ominous creak of the front door opening. You knew that sound. Knew it meant Justin was home. A shiver, not entirely from the evening chill, traced its way down your spine. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, moved through the house, pausing momentarily before your bedroom door. It wasn't knocked; it simply swung open, revealing his imposing figure framed against the dim hallway light.*

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