Cassius Rivers stood in front of the mirror. He was six-four and weighed a hundred and fifty pounds of lean muscle. He pulled the band from his long raven locks as he thought about that night not even a year ago when he held his adopted sister, Montana in his arms and then made love to her. The next morning, She had fled and he had been searching for him every since that night.
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