“Hey, bro,” Thor says.
“Hi,” Bill clips, not taking his eyes off his screen.
“Hi,” I say back.
I stand behind Purge’s chair. He motions me to come closer, pointing to the screen he has pulled up. He sighs heavily.
“You are the child of Betty Solomon, and... my father, Vlad Volkov.”
He really ripped that bandage right off, didn’t he? Fuck.
My legs buckle, and I hit the floor. It takes all my will not to rock back and forth.
“Shit, 3.” Purge scrambles out of his chair to help me up.
Once I’m standing again, Purge keeps talking. “It was hard to track this shit down. It was covered up in my father’s files by a thousand different things. What I found was old correspondence between Betty and my father—emails. You are their love child. They had to keep it hush-hush, so they tossed you into The Morgue the second you were born. I'm so sorry, man.”
I keen, unable to help my response.
Attempting to choke out words, I ask, “You are my... brother?”
Purge chokes up, rising from his seat and encircles me in his arms.
“Brothers,” he whispers, and I just break down sobbing.
I never in a million years thought I’d have any true family. The fact that I have a half-brother trumps that the sick fuck Volkov is my sperm-donor.
“What… is my… name?” I ask Purge.
“Samuel Solomon,” he answers, a softness in his eyes.
I roll that name around in my head. It does sound familiar. Maybe the masks said it at some point. I don’t remember right now.
“I’ll tell Iskra when they get back,” Purge says.
I shake my head vigorously. “Wait.” Words are getting harder now. “You tell her… then send her… to me.”
“Go on to your room, man. I’ll tell Iskra to come find you.” He stops, a shaky hand working through his scruffy hair. “This may be hard to grasp. I really hate having to tell you this. You're a good guy. I am honored we’re brothers.” There’s sincerity in his words.
On autopilot, I trudge back to my room.
I feel numb. This is news I wasn’t expecting to hear, ever.
Now I know my name. I can’t even start to absorb that.
I need Em, she always makes it better.
Phoenyxx
“We’re back, Killer,” Frost’s voice wakes me from my nap.
I open my eyes, grinning up at my beautiful, silver-haired, crystal blue-eyed guy. He is the very definition of breathtaking.
Razor's bright red curls brush my face when I turn my head towards him, making me smile wider. He’s hot as fuck. Totally droolworthy.
Hunter, Ghost, and Valley get out of the car, Ghost opening my door for me. He quickly scoops me up, holding me to him like something precious.
This man—God. I fell in love with him first. His black hair and black eyes stand out against his light skin. His face is perfection—simply stunning.
