I leap from my seat. “It’s her. Phoenyxx is the Rossi child.”
Thor is already texting fast on his phone. He looks up. “I just messaged Jax and Harris, they’re on their way.”
I start to pace. She needs to know.
The door bursts open, Jax and Harris rushing in. The rest of the guys are tripping over each other to get into the room. Minus Valley, Bryan, and 3.
“We ran into them on the way,” Harris explains.
I wave them all over and point to the screen, showing them what I just found.
Synn's face drains of color. “God, no. Please tell me my father didn’t take her.” Anguish lines his face.
“If he did, he will pay,” I promise him. “She only remembers back to being eight. She was already with your father. It’s possible he was the one to take her.”
“And I bet it has something to do with the other six families,” Frost murmurs.
“Bro—we need to find the Rossi’s,” Trikk emphasizes, which I already know.
“We will,” Bill calls from across the room. “That I vow.”
“We need to tell our girl.” I look towards Harris. “Can you go get her? Just her—don't say anything to the others.”
“On my way.”
Harris hustles back out the door, leaving us to ponder these findings.
God, there's so much more we need to uncover. But this is a good start.
Phoenyxx
I’m just meandering through the compound, thinking about everything.
Cynthia left my side a while ago, saying she needed to lay down. I figured she was safe enough in her and Hunter’s room.
Suddenly, Hunter runs up to me, visibly winded. “Pretty Girl, come with me. Purge found information you need to know, in the computer lab by the kitchen.”
“Okay…” I look at him in confusion. He’s shook up—that much is clear. “Is it bad?”
“No, beautiful. Just come with me, okay?”
I follow him to the computer lab and we file in I head straight to Purge.
The fact that Jax is in there has my spine straightening.
“Just rip off the Band-Aid,” I tell Purge.
“Baby, Iskra—we know who you are. And who your family is.”
Thor thankfully pushes his chair at me, and I sink into it in shock. I blink several times before speaking.
“Show me,” comes out on a choked whisper.
Purge first shows me the list of the now-confirmed seven families. Then, the birth certificate.
I squint at the date, and the color drains from my face. Lastly, he pulls up the article. I read over it, and start shaking so badly, Ghost pulls me out of the chair and takes my place to put me in his lap.
“That...that’s me? My name is Caterina Rossi? I disappeared at six?” I whisper in shock.
