Devastating Secret™

Uncle Roland

AN: What the hell? It's only two more chapters so I might as well give it to you. Enjoy!!!

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"I trusted you! You were like a brother I never had!!" Noah moaned from the floor as he tried to get up.

"Do you hear yourself?" Roland complained before adding, "Don't try to get up! Stay down. It'll make the job easier for the CIA agents when they get here."

"You're setting us up!" Noah growled, crawling to his knees, but a swift kick in the rib from Roland sent him back down.

"Branded a traitor with that wife of yours on the run. Oh, how your adoring public will react when the news breaks out. You had everything! Now, look at you, crawling around like a worm!"

"They'll find the truth..."

"Not if you want those brats of yours to live!" Roland put in. "Eva knows the game. She'll cover my tracks like a good girl as long as she doesn't know where her precious baby is."

"If you hurt Amelia..."

"You'll do nothing! You can't do anything! The twins are nice and knocked out and Amelia is in a place where only I know where to find her. Kill me and she dies! That's why Eva is taking me to her little hideout to live happily ever after with the boys while you go to jail for treason and for making deals with the Marchesi."

"What the hell did I ever do to you?" Noah coughed out.

"You took my place!"

"What?" Noah asked confused then countered, "I wanted the undercover gig! I didn't choose to back out...!"

"NOT THAT!" Roland shouted, and Noah hung his head, not understanding. "You took my place in my family." Noah looked up, confusion clear on his face. "Don't we look alike?" Roland asked suddenly. "People always said we looked like brothers."

Understanding dawned on Noah's face and he asked shakily "How?"

"Military guys get drunk then screw around, that's how!" Roland responded angrily. "My mother was good enough for a lay, but not to marry apparently. He chose your mother for that. And when my mother told him she was pregnant he rushed off and married yours before deploying. She never saw him again."

"That's not my fault!"

"Oh, isn't it? When my mom got cancer and went searching for our heroic father to take me, he told her I wasn't his and she was just a slut everyone had!"

That may be true! Noah thought to himself remembering his father. Mase had told stories of a wild time they had with some women before his father got married. On a hunch he asked, "Your mom wouldn't happen to be blonde, brown eyes and have...generous proportions would she?"

"How the hell..."

On the money. Noah thought sadly. According to Uncle Mase, the woman and her friend were high and there were three females to ten males. Noah remembered his Uncles laughing as they told the story. 'You do the math on what happened that night, young gun.' Uncle Mase had told a red-faced teenaged Noah.

Snapping Noah out of his thoughts, Roland shouted, "I asked you a question! How the hell did you know that?"

"You don't want the answer," Noah whispered to the floor.

"What did you say?"

"What happened after your mom spoke to my...to our father?" Noah asked, changing the subject.

Roland narrowed his eyes at him but answered "She died. What the hell did you think happened or have you forgotten you know this already?"

Noah knew. He knew Roland was raised in foster care from the age of nine and William had died when Noah was thirteen. He also knew Roland moved from family to family until the age of sixteen until he started working and living on his own.