Kieran materialized, his warm presence reassuring in a world where everything was falling apart. He reached for the gun, and I surrendered it easily, leaning back into his torso.
The Salvatores were still staring, my stomach still cramping.
“I get I’m the first person you’ve met with two-colored eyes, but staring is really rude.”
“You aren’t,” silver tie murmured.
I wasn’t sure I heard right. “What?”
“Our brother had heterochromia too,” red tie explained.
My stomach dipped. “Matteo?” I asked, suddenly hungry for information.
Red tie nodded. “One blue eye and one green. No one knew but close family. He wore contacts to conceal it.”
I got my eyes from my father.
Silver tie cleared his throat, his attention shifting to Kieran. “You have proof?”
He nodded. “The folder in my glove box.”
Silver tie snapped, and seconds later, the folder was handed to him.
“Let’s take this inside,” Red tie instructed.
“They’re leaving,” Kieran said, gesturing to Ghost and Rett. Ghost was looking pale, and a fine sheen of sweat dampened his forehead.
“They’ll stay,” red tie refuted.
“They aren’t involved in this. I’m the one who called. I’m the one who killed Grimaldi. They walk right now, or you can ask your brother about his son personally when I send you to hell.”
Tense silence clogged the air as the standoff dragged on.
Silver tie glanced at me, the malice from before replaced with curiosity. “You can go,” he called to our friends.
Kieran turned to Rett. “You drive. Keys are inside.”
Rett hung his head. “I don’t have a driver’s license.”
“You still probably drive better than Haz,” Kieran deadpanned.
I elbowed him in the stomach. He deserved it.
“I’ll drive,” Ghost offered, heading toward the driver’s seat. “In you go, pip,” He called, gesturing for Rett to get in too.
“You can’t drive. You’re shot.” I worried.
Ghost shot me a weak smile. “Don’t worry about me, half-pint. I’ve been through worse.”
That didn’t make me worry less. If anything, it made me feel worse because Kieran and Ghost had already been through enough. I didn’t need to add to it.
As soon as Rett was in the passenger seat, Ghost reversed around the cars blocking him and drove away.
“Follow them,” red tie ordered one of his lackeys.
I sucked in a breath. “What for?”
“Because we don’t trust you,” he said simply.
