Page 183 of Filthy Truth


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“Troy told me that Belyaev’s brother-in-law took his place in the organization.”

“Fuck, Star. He’s a leader we missed?!”

“No, he wasn’t as powerful as his brother-in-law. The heads kept that from him. Doesn’t mean his ass won’t be in jail soon.”

I watched as she started pummeling her keyboard with some quick keystrokes. “Kat seemed to like her aunt.”

“She barely remembered her. She hasn’t brought her up since. Or her cousin.”

“She had a nightmare last night. She mentioned ‘Leo’ too.”

Star shot me a concerned look. “She did? Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I handled it.”

“You did?” A strained smile danced around her lips. “Thank you for that.”

“For what… being a father figure? I never thought you were anything other than a package deal, Star. You know that, don’t you?”

“I do. You keep on showing me though, and it’s always a nice surprise.”

Nodding my understanding, I posited, “Maybe the nightmares are her brain’s way of manifesting her memories?”

Her gaze drifted over my arm and the mostly healed tattoo as she changed the subject. “Why did you go for that? And why there when you wanted it on your chest?”

I stared down at the only ink I had on my body. Indy, the Sinners’ resident tattoo artist, had designed it so that the letters were stylized to fit into the shaft of an exclamation mark. Instead of the dot, there was a star.

“You know why.”

“I don’t. Your handle is aCooooig. Not aCoooooig. Four ‘O’s, not five.”

“Each ‘O’ is a brother.”

She blinked.

“Uh huh.”

“But you’ll never show Finn.”

“You don’t know that. We work out together sometimes.”

“Sometimes. How about never.” She snorted. “Maybe with Brennan. The jackass.”

“Why do I think you like him the most?”

A smile danced on her lips. “I like awkward things.”

“Brennan is definitely awkward,” I retorted, folding my arms across my chest. “Since when am I?”

“Since always.” The smile was out in full force. “I bet you were born breech.”

“Nah, that was Brennan.” I winked at her. “I just took forty hours to come out.”

“Your ma told you?”

“Many times when she was wailing about how I hacked into our school computers to change our report cards so we couldn’t get shit from her.”

“Not your da?”

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