And the only one we could blame was the bastard who stole the insignia in the first place.
August Antonovna.
Sly fucking bastard.
We knew there was someone out there funding the smaller gangs. Injecting money into them for years and years. Ensuring we could never squash them completely. We even figured, whoever it was, funded the Harvester and the Lester family.
He was lying low before… but he signed his name on the letter to my family.
Now, he’s stepped out into the open. He’s baring his teeth at us.
Was it because the Lester family disappeared? Because we stopped his operation?
But if the financier is August… is it because Christian killed his brother during the Millenium Heist?
One of the scumbags who’d raped Lucia was August’s brother; I thought I’d erased all the evidence I could of that fact, but it’s highly likely he figured it out.
I figure that’s why he dug into Christian’s past and sold him out to us… but ifall he wanted was Christian, then why is he still attacking our shipments? Why is he targeting our warehouses?
The world thinks the fake Christian Adler is dead.
Everyone thinks he died trying to save a member of the family.
Which means August doesn’t want Christian Adler.
He wants something else.
The entire family has been busy without rest, trying to put out the fires August set off.
Dahlia was heartbroken over the truth about Christian.
Kai hasn’t come out of his room either since then, and I’d blocked Lucia’s calls only for her to show up at my doorstep and demand to know where Christian is.
‘He’s gone,’ I tell her.
Lucia sputters, ‘What do you mean he’s gone—?’
‘I mean he never existed!’ I yell. My temper keeps slipping, whenever Christian’s involved.
‘He’s gone,’ I say more gently, before closing the door in her face.
‘Go home. Don’t come back here.’
These days I’m lost.
I live in the gym.
I barely eat.
I barely sleep.
I just hit the sandbag over and over again.
I’m too volatile to help the family put out the fires.
I’m too angry with Aster.
Baal hasn’t come to see me either since then—he’s angry withme. Which doesn’t even makefuckingsense.
