My teary eyes meet his. “Because no one knew I was alive. He kept me locked away. Everyone presumed I had died along with my mom in that car crash.”
His lips part in almost surprise before he responds, “You’re my fucking stepcousin?”
I shrug my stiff shoulders, searching his shocked orbs before he comes back to reality and his face falls expressionless again.
“So why the fuck would he lock you away?” he breathes out bitterly, almost as if he doesn’t believe me, and I start to feel defensive.
“Why don’t you ask your uncle?”
His jaw tenses before he lowers his face to mine. “I’m fucking asking you. Don’t fuck with me, Noir, although we’ve established that ain’t even your real fucking name. You killed my cousin.”
I narrow my eyes, lifting my head, my lips touching his. “If I killed him then I think we’ve established I am not afraid to fucking kill anybody. Not even you.” I grit out with anger, the threat mingling with our heavy breathing.
I see the anger flash across his eyes before he grabs my throat and I raise my chin. “I could snap this delicate little neck like a fucking popsicle. You can act like the badass girl all you want but remember who the fuck you’re lying beneath.”
I swallow hard against his hand, more tears cascading from the corners of my eyes.
“FUCKING TELL ME!” He shouts in my face again, his rage spilling forth and I can’t help but flinch. I find it hard to get the words out. The words I have never said out loud.
“NOIR!”
“THEY RAPED ME!” I scream back at the top of my lungs, and his face falls. “OVER AND FUCKING OVER UNTIL I WAS NOTHING!”
The words vibrate through us both and the room. He scans my eyes to try to detect the lie, but he will never find one.
“Since I was twelve,” I murmur, the pain clear in my voice. “I was chain and became nothing but amusement to them, Hell.”
His eyes drift close, a slight wave in his posture as he takes in my words, then lowers his head, gently releasing my throat.
“That night is only coming in small flash backs, but not fully. I don’t know what happened” I sob, “He had my sister too, in the other room, but I don’t know where she is. We escaped together.”
He lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine, “Kyro never mentioned a sister.” I close my soaked, sore eyes and I look aside as he continues, “He only mentioned you.”
“Then he must still have her.” I mutter, my heart hurting.
He stares at my side-profile, “I’m ordered to kill you, Dolly. It’s my duty since you killed one of the Shadow’s Society, members. I took the fucking hit.” My eyes don’t meet his as he continues, “And if I don’t do it, someone else will.”
I gently blink, the reality seeping into my bones, but I know he’s only being truthful. “So kill me. I am not running anymore. I should have been dead a long time ago. I’d rather you do it than him.”
He suddenly pushes himself away from me with a growl, and I perch on my elbows as he heads for the door, “Hell? Where are you going?”
“To get some fucking answers.” He grits out.
“But—” Before I can say anything else, he unlocks the door, walks through it, and slams it behind him.
After telling Soul to keep an eye on Noir, making sure she neither attempts to kill herself nor run, I storm straight to Madame's chamber, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and rage. I draw back the curtain and when I enter, I see she is sitting behind her desk, her initial smile fading as she sees the wrath in my eyes.
She stands, concern lacing her tone. “What is it?”
I pace back and forth, pulling at my hair, fists clenching tightly. “Hell, speak to me,” she urges softly.
I turn to face her. “Kyro says Noir is the girl who killed Kai, and he’s known she's been with me the entire time.”
Her face displays disbelief, her head shaking once. “What?”
I swiftly pull out a chair and sit down, resting my elbows on my shaking thighs. “Her name is Harley, and she killed Haze.”
Her hand meets her open mouth, and she takes a slow seat. “It's not possible,” she gasps out.
