January 6th
Islid out of the bed, leaving Scott and Summer curled against each other. I heard the sound of talking, and my hand went to the pistol I kept in my nightstand.
Sneaking out toward the voices with the gun raised, I looked out to see James.
Kade’s arm snatched out, smacking the pistol from my grip. I twisted his arm and slammed him to the ground. Laughter emanated from him as he lay on the floor.
“Still got it old man,” he coughed, sitting up, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet.
“What are you two doing in my house?”
“I asked them,” Brian spoke as he turned to get up.
I met him halfway, giving him a bear hug. “Well I wasn’t expecting you to show up.”
“These two told me about New York. We have a lot to discuss.” He said, sitting back down.
“So talk,” I grabbed my coffee pot off the stand, smelling the coffee and determining that it wasn’t too bad, and poured a cup.
“We have a lead on Midas,” he began.
“Well that’s new, but you wouldn’t come here in person if you didn’t have something already in the works.” I took a sip from my cup, scrunching my nose at the bitter taste.
“He’s in the city again,” James cut in.
“Where?” I asked, swiping my hand over my face.
“We haven’t pin pointed his location, the signal keeps bouncing around the city.” Brian spoke.
“So why are you here?” I asked. I sat across from him.
“Who are you?” Summer’s voice caught my attention from the doorway, and I looked up to see her protectively holding her arms across her frame.
“DamnMamacita, how far along are you?” Kade grinned.
Her eyes snapped to his in a weary way, and I couldn’t help notice there was something familiar about the stare.
“James, Kade leave her alone.” Brian barked, standing up to look at Summer. “Hey sunshine.”
“What the fuck?” She mumbled, her hand gripping the door frame with white knuckles. Her face paled as if she’d seen a ghost, and that’s when it clicked into place.
53
I HAVE BROTHERS
January 6th
“What the fuck?” I muttered, looking at the man standing in front of Dustin. I gripped the edge of the wall to steady myself. “No. No. You’re dead.” I breathed out, trying to wrap my head around the fact.
Older and wrinkle-filled with worry lines set in his brow, he stood there staring at me with tears in his eyes.
“I missed you little sunflower,” he whispered.
“What’s going on?” The man to my left asked. I ignored him walking towards the man on shaky legs.
“Uncle Ryan?” My voice came out barely a whisper.
“Oh shit,” Dustin said, and my eyes snapped toward him.
