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He moved into the kitchen, tossing his empty chip bag into the trash before he pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed a Dr. Pepper.
“Chill, Ev, it’s all good, okay?”
That didn’t sound convincing.
He was hiding something. If I knew anything about Erik, it was the way he acted when he was keeping a secret. It wasn’t often, but lately, since we had moved to Georgia, he was keeping all kinds of secrets.
“You didn’t do anything illegal, did you?”
I never had to ask my brother something like that before, but these days I barely knew him.
He sighed, annoyed with my line of questioning before he took a long swig from his drink.
“No worries, Ev. Like I said, it’s all good.”
Then he left the room, leaving me wondering how my twin could be so unrecognizable.
When the coffee maker stopped bubbling, I poured myself a large cup and cleaned my mess. I took a sip of my coffee, sighing in contentment when the sound of motorcycles filled the front yard. For a second, I wondered if I was still hearing the residual noise of the bikes from the night before, but then lights filled the front window, and I knew there were people outside.
I went to the window and looked out to see a group of bikes with no riders littering the grass. My eyes landed on the familiar black and green bike, and I gasped.
Why was Skull at my house?
There was a single knock at the front door before the sound of wood splintering filled the house. The front door flew open, sending pieces of the doorframe scattering around the room. I gasped when a hulking figure filled the doorway.
I had seen him at The Strip. He was so tall you could see him from far away. He turned his neck, and I saw the tattoo on the side of his head.
The big guy came in, and others followed behind him. Things moved quickly from that point on. I was grabbed, and my arms were pulled behind my back. I screamed and fought against the hold, but the tower of a guy holding me was superhero strong.
“What the fuck?” Erik snapped when he came around the corner.
Before he even knew what hit him, he was tossed to the ground, and the guy in the familiar Joker handkerchief kicked him.
The Sons of Sinister.
As soon as their name rolled through my brain,hecame through the front door.
The skull.
Aiken Cross.
He was standing in my space, the skull handkerchief covering the bottom of his face. He took in the room around him before he turned my way, his green eyes skimming over me. He shook his head, and I knew it was because he was annoyed we were running into each other yet again.
“Where's our girls?” he asked calmly from behind his handkerchief.
His voice was even deeper when there weren’t screaming bikes and loud music playing to drown him out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Erik said calmly.
The guy holding Erik’s head back tugged at his hair, and Erik hissed.
Skull scratched at his forehead and sighed. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is the girls?”
The girls?
What in the world was he talking about?
“There’s no one here but us!” I yelled, pulling against the hands of the mountain holding my arms behind my back.
