Killer Instinct

Chapter XIV

XIV

"Sister?" I blinked rapidly. "Twin? What the hell!"

Ivy didn't bother glancing my way as she effortlessly navigated the dark streets. "My existence has been well hidden. You weren't supposed to know."

"Does that explain why you're getting pounded by my brother?" I demanded, my infamous temper raising its ugly head. "Isn't that like, incest?"

"It's a fine line," Ivy agreed winking at me salaciously. "But considering the fact that Braden isn't actually your brother, I think I'm not breaking any rules."

"You two do look alike," Apollo offered from the backseat. "She's like the dark-haired version of you."

"I only have dark hair to mask our blinding similarities. The contacts help too." Ivy's voice was dry.

"That's even more disgusting." I muttered, thinking of the gross possibilities and conclusions I could come to by my brother have sex with someone who resembled me so strongly.

"As interesting as this is," Misha spoke up, "can anyone explain what the fuck is going on?"

"Where have you been for the past fifteen minutes?" I snapped at him. "Our cover was blown."

"So what now?" Apollo asked, mostly to himself. "The plan was to destroy the MIA from within, but now we have to pull all of our double agents out and regroup." He sighed shaking his head. "Father won't be pleased."

That much we could agree on. James Henry would quite literally shit himself when he found out that everything had gone awry.

"Which is why you have me." Ivy reminded Misha. They shared a strange look in the rear view mirror. It had me writhing in my seatbelt with jealousy.

What the fuck was that?

"Well now that our plans are ruined, we have to work on getting out of the country. Doug has probably placed us on the most wanted list, so that won't be easy." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

"You're so quaint and charming." Apollo laughed at me. "We're not going to be flying commercial, Isley. My dad's jet will be here in twelve hours."

"Well I'm not leaving without Braden." I snapped at him. "So that's plenty of time to get him in DC."

"We're not 'getting' Braden." Misha growled at her. "He's a fucking Red."

"Weren't we all? Until James Henry turned us?" I growled right back, all of my pent up anger and frustration getting hard to suppress.

"She has a point." Apollo agreed. "Braden would be an invaluable source. He used to be Doug's personal soldier."

"He's also extremely dangerous. And Doug is his father. We'd be asking him to betray that bond. He couldn't do that on such short notice."

"He's my brother!" I shouted, my vision tinged with red. "I'm not leaving him!"

"Isley, calm down!" Ivy shot me an alarmed look. "It's not that serious. We're just openly discussing whether it would be wise or not."

Her words appealed to logic, but I was so angry, I couldn't stop shaking. I felt insane, two parts of me at war. The logical side and the irrational angry side that wanted to destroy everything in her path.

"Guys," I whimpered, tears pouring uncontrollably down my face as I tried to shake off the alien feeling. As though someone was whispering dark thoughts in my ear.

Kill them, kill them, kill them, the voice chanted.

"What's wrong?" Misha barked, his voice ferocious and alert.