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"If you’re still insisting you’re Jarits his teeth "If James is the one you think you want, then I am James"

"How did you know about that conversation we had about power?"

He laughs a little under his breath and then leans into my ear "I was there, Harper That was me"

"That was not you!"

"How do you know?"

I just stare at his and presses it "Tell me how you know"

I yankus You had ca But that was not you And I’ll tell you how I know Because even though Ja to him, he does not treat hs "That’s a good one Well, you gotVincent instead of Jaet to you before he did I am sorry you sucked his cock before you’ll suck mine But we have all the time in the world to uard I feel Should I fight hio? I don’t even knohere I’o fro as he pulls et about James, Harper James is a dead man He’s crazy, OK? He’s lost touch with reality He kills people for no reason anymore He’s hunted down all his friends in the Company and tried to kill them, one by one We’ve known this for al he’s done since then is kill our brother, Tony Because Tony was just as certifiable as James"

"It’s not his fault he was forced to kill people for a living It’s not his fault the Company turned him into that"

"Harper," Vincent whispers "Listen to me It is his fault He was the favorite, Harp Our parents loved Jarow up in the same house, but I kneho he was Our father pinned all his Coo to that beach when you turned six and say, Yes, Admiral I’ll take her And his life would be ht now if he said yes, because I would be the one ent crazy and found you on the beach"

"But he didn’t say yes You did"

Vincent pushes ot asked I told you, I was the control I didn’t participate in anything I was secluded from the Company I was raised like any other rich American boy I never killed anyone I never went on missions I just existed I have an impeccable record A paper trail that can be followed froins for the multiple political offices I will hold, I appear untouched Perfect The perfect man Raised in the perfect home Wedded to the perfect wo boat in the middle of the ocean Who never went to school Who never had her picture taken and plastered all over the society pages You," he whispers, "are the perfect blank canvas"