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“I wanted to give you something in person, a thank you gift, but I don’t know when I’m going to see you again now.”

“What is it?”

“I have information.”

“Information?” I sighed, getting frustrated from him dragging it out.

“On your mother.”

I swallowed hard.

“That’s not possible.”

“If you don’t want it, I understand. But if you do, come and see me.”

I hung up the phone.

What game was he playing here?

***

I let out a deep breath as I stepped into Liliths.

Life was finally going back to normal, and getting back to work was the first step. I let myself into Rome’s office and hopped onto the computer even though she wasn’t there. There was a backlog of new licences and passports - new people waiting for their new lives, waiting for me to return so I could do my part of the job.

I got to work setting my laptop up next to Rome’s screen.

Slowly, I made my way through the long list and felt guilty. This is where I should have been the whole time. Doing the work that I knew I was made to do, rather than helping The Family with a fight that had nothing to do with me.

The office door unlocked and opened, and I didn’t look up, assuming that it was Rome.

“So you’re still doing this shit, huh?” Sierra’s voice echoed through the empty room.

I stood up, slamming my laptop shut, and reaching for the gun that I knew Rome kept in the bottom drawer of her desk.

Sierra put her hands up, her eyes mocking and wide.

“I’m so scared, Liv,” she rolled her eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snapped.

“Look,” she sighed, putting her hands down and walking towards me. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for over a year. I’ve tried everything, Liv. What else was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, maybe take a hint?”

She rolled her eyes again, plopping herself down on the chair opposite me.

I chuckled once at how casual she was behaving.

“God you better hope Rome doesn’t show up,” I said, shaking my head.

“I couldn’t give a shit about Rome. I’m here for you.”

“So get on with it, Sierra. I’m really not in the mood.”

“I can imagine. You’ve been quite the busy little bee, being The Family’s little tech support,” she said with a heavy tone of snark in her voice, looking down at her long red nails.

“So what did you so desperately want to speak to me about? As if the texts you’ve sent weren’t hurtful enough, you actually told Evan where to find me? If this is your attempt at apologising, you’ve fucked it up.”

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