His eye twitches when I say that word.
“Maybe that’s why she wanted us to bury the hatchet,” he says, licking his lips. “So we’d kill for her. Together.”
“You’re just saying all this because you want her to kill you for going against her wishes,” he says.
“And you’re in agreement because you want to help her so badly you don’t care if it gets you killed.”
“Touché.”
“So are we friends now?”
He sucks in another deep breath. “Fine. You can be my friend.”
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly, and he shoves me away. “That’s enough, Navarro.”
“Aw … you got me a nickname already. Cute.” I wink.
He rolls his eyes and gets up. “I might end up killing you before she does.”
CHAPTER 25
Xavier
I openthe computer in the library and fish out my phone to open the pictures I took from Sunny’s contacts. I don’t recognize any of these names or numbers, but let’s see I can find out any information about them online.
I type in their phone numbers one by one.
“I have no clue who she’s looking for, or who these people are,” I mutter.
Barely any of them get a hit. It’s like she has invisible friends, or they’re all operating under fake names.
Orion plants his hand on the desk. “Wait. Scroll back.” I do what he says, and he points at the screen. “I know that name.”
I frown. “You do?”
“Not the guy, the gang name,” he says.
I lick my lips and look at the name he’s pointing at. “Bones Brotherhood.”
“That’s it. Dad talked about them once. Said he helped Felix, Alistair, Nathan, Kai, Milo, and all the others bust out Sunny’s mom when she got captured by the Bones Brotherhood.”
“Wait, aren’t they a bunch of traffickers?” I immediately slam my own hand in front of my mouth when I realize I said that out loud in a public space.
“Who is?”
Orion’s brother Atlas leans over the cubicle with a book in his hands, and we both look at him like we’ve seen a ghost.
“Nothing,” we say in sync.
His brother raises his brow and moves in closer. “A bunch of traffickers is nothing?”
Orion swiftly slams his hand in front of his brother’s mouth. “Shhh! Do you want the whole library to hear?”
Atlas pushes his hand away. “Then tell me the truth.”
Orion looks at me like I fucking know. Our families don’t like to talk about the past, especially not when it could endanger us in the present. But the cat’s already out of the bag now.
“I’m not gonna spill, I swear,” Atlas adds.
