•Chapter Thirteen•

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I could sense the anger in Nicolas' body. He started to tense up, and I could see that his jaw was locked and tight. He was furious. I looked over to Worick and I could tell he was also angered by what I said. But it was the only reason I could think of as to why the Black Spades would be after me. However, the one thing I really wanted to know was, how did my brother know I was even still alive? Had he come into the bar sometimes and I just never spotted him? That couldn't be it. I had worked at that bar for six years, I knew every person who came in and out of that place. It's not possible that he just totally walked passed me and I had no clue, it just wasn't.

I felt sick, and among that I was tired, hungry, and extremely scared and depressed. My whole body feels so heavy and my mind so empty. I worked hard to build up my life for myself, to forget my past, and move forward. It seems that no matter how far I climb, someone or something pushes me back down to rock bottom. I know I shouldn't worry too much, I always prevail from my struggles, however, this feels so much worse.

"You can stay here with us until you can get a new place. We're gonna speak with some friends who possibly know information about what these Spades want with you." Worick said, leaning forward from where he sat to look at me.

"I can't do that to you both. You've been nothing but good to me, and I don't wanna intrude in your home-" I was stopped short when I felt Nicolas grip my hand tightly. I looked at him and he looked back at me. He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes said a thousand words.

"Ever," Worick pulled me back into reality with his voice. I looked over to him and allowed him to continue to speak. "You don't have many choices right now, and we would feel better knowing you'll be protected here, then out there with no one. These streets are dangerous, this city is dangerous. If we can keep you from getting killing, I think that's enough for both of us." I nodded at Worick and turned to look back at Nicolas. He then slowly spoke and signed for me, saying;

"You are a family now."

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I sat in Nicolas' room, basically just waiting for him to come back in the room. Some men in suits came to their place, and as they came in, Nicolas walked me into his room, he didn't say anything, but I knew he wanted me to stay put. 

I could hear voices in the other room, but I wasn't really listening. I was left to my thoughts and to review the events that had conspired in the last few hours. The one place I knew as home was gone, all my memories of the little bit of childhood I had, were gone, anything I had left of the woman who became like my mother was gone.

And to top it all off, my brother was alive, and was selling me to his gang. I couldn't even imagine what he had gotten into to be so desperate enough to have people hunt me down. The ideas of what would have happened had Worick and Nicolas not come started to set in, and the tears came pouring from my eyes again. The life I had worked so hard for was crumbling before my very eyes, everything I had was gone.

'I have you'

My tears started to slowly come to a stop as I replayed Nicolas' words in my head. That's right, not everything was gone. He was here, Worick was here, and Nina and Doc. They were still here. I was still here.

My focused turned from my thoughts to the bedroom door as I heard the turn of the knob and the door open. Nicolas and Worick stood there, along with a man I had never met before. He was an older man, decently tall, brown hair with a few grey hairs, blue eyes, and light colored skin. By the way he presented himself and dressed I could tell he had money.

The man walked over to me in his nice suit and sat down on the bed next to me while Nicolas and Worick stayed in the doorway.

"You must be Ever." The man said looking at me with a smile.

Part of me was kind of scared of this man and I didn't know why I had that feeling. I pushed it aside and figured if Worick and Nicolas trusted this man, I could too.

"Yes, I'm Ever Castillo." I said finally looking at the man next to me.

"Well Miss Castillo, my name is Daniel Monroe. I'm sure you've heard of the Monroe family, yes?" He smiled again, try to make me comfortable I imagine.

"Yes Mr. Monroe I have." I started to feel the panic rise in my chest again. This was Daniel Monroe. He was a man of serious importance. He knew pretty much everyone and everything. There wasn't anyone in this city who didn't know him, and here I was sitting next to this man.

I took a deep breath before trying to speak again, but he beat me to it.

"I assume that by the look on your face you know who I am. That's good. So you know what I do, who I protect, and all those things." He said putting a hand on top of mine.

I nodded.

"Ever, you know more about the Black Spades? Anything at all. Because I have agreed to keep you safe from these clowns because I too have a problem with them. But don't worry, I'll make sure not one of those assholes get away from me. They been stealing business from me. I've had to warn them a couple of times. Maybe this time in a different fashion."

I nodded and he chuckled a bit at my awkward head nod.

"Don't worry your pretty little head sweetheart, I'm gonna make sure those fuckers remember not to fuck with me. And I'll make sure I'll find that pussy brother of yours."

My heart stopped when he mentioned finding my brother. I was suddenly torn between killing him myself or asking for his life to be spared. I didn't even fully think about what I said before it came out of my mouth.

"I want to go with you, to look for Andrew."

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Omg, yes I'm alive, I'm so sorry, please don't kill me. Lots of stuff has been happening at home and at school so it's been hard to sit down and write. But I will be trying to write more within the next few weeks to release at least 3 more chapters for the month. Once again thank you guys for reading, I can't believe the story has 900 views. Thank you again and stay tuned for more.

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