“Yes, Indigo has one too,” he said. He blew out a breath and confessed, “We’re F.I.R.E.”
“What?” Cash asked.
“Fucking hell,” Zeus cursed. He glared at Eros. “My father knew this shit?” Eros shook his head but didn’t speak. None of them did.
Except Nav.
We all knew who F.I.R.E. was, what they did. You could pretty up the words all you wanted, but they were hired killers, plain and simple. They didn’t discriminate; they got the call, the person or persons they targeted met their demise.
“Who else knows?” I asked, falling back into my chair.
“Cerberus knows. He’s the one who set it up,” Nav explained. Then added, “And Sypher.”
“Reaper? Luc?” Nav shook his head.
I looked over at Zeus; judging by his outburst, he found out at the same time I did. Then I looked at Firestride. “Morpheus?” Firestride shook his head.
I looked at Ravage next. I didn’t think he’d answer me given the way his eyes were shooting fucking daggers at me. But I needed answers. Ravage didn’t have a tattoo. Not a Brotherhood tattoo. I’d have noticed it when I’d sewn him up.
“Why don’t you have one?”
As I suspected, he didn’t answer me. Nav nudged his arm, and he glared at him. He refused to speak to me, and I got it. I’d let my anger and fear rule my emotions.
“Ravage doesn’t have one because he’s not a bastard,” Nav stated.
I sat forward and leaned on the table. “What the fuck did you say?”
“King,” Cash warned.
“Fuck off, Cash.” My eyes never left Nav. “What the fuck do you mean, he’s not a bastard?”
“My parents were married, asshole. That’s what it fucking means.”
“Jackson,” Nav hissed. The others said nothing. They had no loyalty to me, only to my brother. Nav was caught in the middle.
“Whatever marriage they might have had wasn’t fucking legal. You’re a bastard like the rest of us,brother.”
“What’s the matter, King? You fucking jealous? You got a stick up your ass because she married my father and not yours? You pissed off because she planned to keep me and not you? Get the fuck over it. They were fucking married.”
“He’s right, King. Sypher saw the marriage license.”
“Morpheus may be married to Gretchen Foster. But Gretchen Foster doesn’t fucking exist.”
Ravage clenched his jaw, and I smiled. “What’s the matter, little brother? You got a stick shoved up your ass because your father married a fucking ghost?”
Ravage stood, his chair flying back against the wall. I stayed in my seat. I wouldn’t give him the fucking satisfaction. He wasn’t any better than me. His mother left him the same fucking way she left me.
“Alright, enough, you two. Jesus Christ,” Cash said. “Use your fucking words and tell him why you’re pissed at him.”
“Pissed at me?” Ravage asked. “What the fuck for? He’s the one who fucking hit me first.”
“Fuck, you two are acting like children. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you grew up together,” Zeus said.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Firestride asked.
“Nothing,” I snapped. “Get the fuck out, all of you.”
“King,” Cash started.
