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She doesn’t seem frightened of him, but I’m not focused on that. I’m studying every inch of her face because it’s almost like I’m looking in a mirror. She looks just like me, though there are differences. She’s blonde to my brunette, and her nose is a slightly different shape, but there is no denying she and I look alike.
“You did tell me to wait, but I was worried you’d start a gunfight.”
“How lowly you think of me, little dove,” he says in a soft voice.
Neither of them seems aware of the guns pointing in their direction as he brushes her hair away from her face. The soft looks they give each other are at odds with the situation.
The woman peers up at him, a burning desire in her eyes.
“I couldn’t have you accidentally kill my sister, could I?”
Sister? The fuck? I glance at Pia expectantly, but she looks just as confused as I am. Who the hell is her sister?
I turn back to the blonde girl, whose eyes are now locked to mine as a warm smile infuses her face. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Skye.”
What. The. Fuck?
CHAPTER18
SKYE
As soon as the words leave her mouth, my instinct is to run. I don’t have a sister, and although I cannot deny the similarities in our appearances, she is not my blood.
This is a trick, something designed to remove me from the clubhouse so my father can deal his version of justice to me. I’m not falling for it. The days of me being naïve and stupid, trusting people I shouldn’t, are long gone. I’ve been burned too many times, and my walls are now ten foot high around me.
I shake my head, muttering the word ‘no’ under my breath as I stumble back. I don’t take my eyes off the three of them, not even when I bump into the table behind me, making it teeter on its wobbly legs.
Lucas Fraser… I’ve never heard the name, but he does look every inch a London mob boss. I don’t need to know who they are. The suits, the overabundance of confidence, and the darkness swirling around them tells me everything I need to know. These men run in the same circles as my father and probably the club.
They clearly have some relationship with the Sons, and my mind jumps to a terrible conclusion. Is this an elaborate plan to remove me from the clubhouse without firing a single bullet? My thoughts swirl, confusion and fear heightening every scenario as they race through my brain. Each one becomes crazier than the last, but I would not put it past my father to do anything. He has shown me over the years his lack of morals when it comes to getting his way, and I know he wants me back. He’s offering money for my return, and although Rage won’t tell me how much, I’m smart enough to know it’s most likely more than most people can imagine in their lifetime.
“Do you have a fucking death wish?” Howler demands, stepping towards the two men. He doesn’t show any fear, despite being unarmed.
“Come on now,” Kane says, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Wearefamily, and it’s far too early in the day to spill blood.”
“Your brother being married to Nox’s sister doesn’t mean we’re fuckin’ family.”
I slide my gaze towards Howler, my pulse quickening at his words. It’s another shot to the gut. Howler is more connected to these people than I originally thought. These men are not enemies of the club, and now, I’m starting to doubt whether I’m safe and under protection here. Was I locked in that room just waiting for this moment?
I feel eyes on me, and when I lift my lashes, I see the blonde woman is watching me carefully. The depth of her gaze is so penetrating, it’s as if she’s stealing all the thoughts from my head.
“Kane, stop. You’re scaring her.” She takes a step towards me, and I mirror her movements, reclaiming the distance between us. The way her brows draw together tells me she didn’t expect my reluctance. “I’m sorry. We didn’t come here to frighten you.”
“No, you came here to take me away,” I snarl, wrapping my arms around my stomach.
There is a small, nearly imperceptible narrowing of her brows as she steps towards me. Lucas snags her wrist, stopping her, as if I’m the dangerous one he needs to protect her from. She glances up at him and something unspoken passes between them. When she looks back at me, she doesn’t try to come closer.
“I’ve been trying to reach you for a long time, Skye, but I could never get close without risking an all-out war with Desmond. Then we heard you were missing, that there’s a reward for your return, and I started looking for you.” I can’t tell if her smile is genuine or an act to make me trust her. “I didn’t expect to find you somewhere we had reach.”
“You’re not my sister,” I snap. “I don’t have a sister.”
She smiles, a hint of sadness behind the expression. “I didn’t know about you either, not right away, but I promise you, we are sisters. We share a father.”
I shake my head, refusing to believe her. Oh, I’m more than sure that my father slept around, even when he was with my mother. The amount of time he spent away from home would make it easy for him to have relationships outside of his marriage, but that doesn’t mean she and I share DNA.
Even as I think it, doubts niggle me. I can’t deny we look alike, but there are plenty of people who look similar yet are not related in anyway. I don’t believe her, and even if I did, it changes nothing. I don’t know her, and I sure as fuck don’t trust her.
She’s still speaking, though I realise I’ve missed some of the conversation as I tune back in. “…into him, I discovered your existence. I wanted to take you out of that house as soon as I did, but we couldn’t, not without serious repercussions.” When I don’t respond, she turns to Howler and continues talking. “Thank you for keeping my sister safe, but we’ll take it from here.”
