The room explodes in shock as I still, my mind going haywire as I try to comprehend what he’s saying.
“One died during childbirth, and she gave the other up for adoption.Two days after she left the hospital, she walked in front of a train.”
“Are you saying ...” I trail off, my stomach rolling with the revelations.
“That Frankie is your half-brother.”
Cyanide kicks the trash can to me just in time for me to hug it to my chest and spew my breakfast into it.
Chapter Thirty-Three
AfterCypherdropsthatrevelation on me, I ignore the oily sickness that coats my skin so we can get a run in place to go confront my parents in New York.
Ideas bounce around the table as we all struggle with the vileness that has filled this room with Cypher’s discovery.
I peer at Joker.“How soon do you think you can get us a safe plan in place?”
His face is grim, his hazel eyes sparking with all the depraved things he wants to do to my father and the entire congregation.“Give me three days.”
For the next two days, I try to be present with my family, but I can’t shake the darkness that has been building inside of me.Birdie needs to know about what Cypher found out, but I can’t bring myself to tell her.
Not yet.
What if this is her reason?What if it’s her limit?
Hell, I can’t stand the fact that I share the same fucking blood with that abusive piece of shit.How can I expect her to?
No, I won’t tell her yet.
I’ll wait until after the run.
The day before we’re supposed to hold church to go over the run plans, I visit Gavel in the hospital so I can fill him in on the shit he’s missed.He’s doing much better.There’s been no other delay in his healing.Gavel has been awake and giving the hospital staff hell for almost a week now.
“Sir, you can’t just get up and walk out of here,” a female voice admonishes.
“The hell I can’t.If I’m going to die, I ain’t doing it here.”
“Still giving them hell, I see,” I mutter, stepping into the room.
“Thank goodness.Could you please get him to understand that he shouldn’t leave the hospital yet?”the nurse asks me.
I shrug.“The man is pushing late sixties.What do you expect me to do?Spank his ass?He’s a grown man who can make his own life choices.”
“I’m getting the doctor.”
“Do what you have to do, sugar.Just get me whatever the hell I need to get the fuck out of this morgue.”
We watch her go in a huff, grumbling something under her breath about idiotic men, which we find amusing.
Then I turn to Gavel.“You really think it’s a good idea for you to leave?”
“If I’m going to die, it’s not going to be in here,” Gavel states gruffly.“Why are you here?”
I don’t answer right away, and that has him looking deeper at me.
He straightens with a wince.“What happened?Birdie and the twins?”
“They’re okay.Cypher and his contact found the information we needed on Frankie.”
