Page 206 of Fatality

He stares into my eyes for a long second, then his own widen.

“You're supposed to be dead,” he breathes, taking a step back. “Those eyes... that brown... It's impossible.”

My heart stops.

What? What the fuck is happening? I'm wearing my brother's eye color to hide my own.

“You've got the same eyes as someone.” He pauses then his face contortions in disgust, resentment and fear. All three flash across his face. “Is that you, Kyle?”

I stumble back in pure shock.

How the fuck does he know my brother?

It doesn't make any sense.

Kyle was eighteen when he died, and Renji looks to be around thirty.

Thirty minus eleven.

It's possible.

Kyle could've crossed paths with him at some point, so Kyle had been here, at some point in his life.

My breathing turns ragged. My grip on the crowbar tightens until my knuckles turn white.

“No. It’s not you, you’re way smaller than him.” He pauses “Must be the sister, the one I talked to a little month ago.”

My heart stops completely, the hacker was him? The leader of another gang?

Oh. My. God.

Before I can speak, he takes a few steps back.

“Contact me,” he says with a smile. “Or I will, if you want to know more.”

With that, he turns his back on me—on all of us—and leaves with the other men.

I'm left standing there.

My grip on the crowbar goes slack.

It hits the asphalt with a clang.

“Girls, take the shipment and go to the tattoo studio. Hide it there.”

“What was that, Riven?” Jules asks. I can hear the same shock in her voice that I'm feeling.

“Just... go.”

“And you, Riv?” Charlie wonders, slinging both her bag and mine over her shoulders.

“I... have things to do first.”

They nod. They know better than to push when I'm like this.

Hell, even I don't push myself when I'm like this. The last time I did, I burned my father's car to the ground.

My heart pounds, pounds like I just ran ten fucking miles.