Arsen (Editing)

Murdering Me With Her Eyes

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Amelia's POV

Taylor and I sat in silence. She had been telling me what she knew about Ashton and Arsen when the TV screen went black in front of us. Suddenly the only thing that had been keeping me sane, was gone.

"What happened?" I muttered, getting up to inspect the TV.

Taylor had been recording the encounter. She got up as well and grabbed the remote, rewinding the footage we had left.

All three men stood in a defensive stance. Barron looked angry, he shouted something before picking up a glass paper weight on his desk and throwing it. The glass went flying towards the camera Taylor had set up and the screen shut off.

"He broke my camera!" Taylor exclaimed.

"How do we find out what's going on now?" I asked, unable to hide the worry I felt.

"We could walk right into Barron's office and demand they tell us everything that's going on." Taylor suggested, crossing her arms over her chest. "But they would kick us out."

"Is that our only choice?"

Taylor grinned and shook her head. She looked up and I followed her gaze to a large air duct. "Perfect." I whispered, grinning along with her.

...........................................ARSEN'S POV..........................................

I stood next to my brother at a sink and washed off the bits of blood that coated my fingers after what he and I had just done. Ashton and I were now a branch of Barron's gang. Half of Barron's legacy now belonged to us and with us in Texas and Barron here in Georgia, we were spread out.

In a matter of minutes we created something larger than what my father has and part of Barron's gang would be coming back with us to Texas. This assured the protection of Amelia and her family and Ashton and I's mother.

"Amelia is going to be livid." I commented, drying my hands off.

Ashton scoffed. "At least she won't be dead."

"Is he really your father?" I asked my brother, almost nervous of his answer.

Ashton nodded once, wiping blood off of the ring he never takes off, and sighed. "Mom told me when we saw her last."

I didn't know what to say or do. It took me a minute to realize that no matter who Ashton's dad was, he was still my brother, and this changes nothing. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed, the most physical affection I've shown my brother since we were kids. He returned the gesture and turned around to face our Uncle, who came back into the room, a bandage covering the mark we knew was now carved into his skin. It matched same one that was on both of our chests.

A cut that would leave a scar. A permanent mark that would always remind us of the life we were giving up. Just when we thought we were out, we were sucked right back in.