Page 105 of Always Salty

That meant I had to cooperate. At least for now.

We made it inside and Chester gestured at a table with a computer.

I sat down, my eyes wary.

“Sign into your bank,” he ordered.

“No, thank you.” I smiled serenely.

His eyes narrowed, and his hand fisted, as if he was about to really fuck me up. But then he shifted, and all of the anger drained out of his face.

“If you don’t do what I’m asking, I’m going to make you wish you did,” he warned, his eyes narrowed and blank.

That fear never came.

Because he wasn’t very scary.

He had no clue what scary was.

Honestly, as I stared at him, I wondered if he would even be able to hurt me.

He didn’t look like it.

Then again, people surprised you sometimes…

“You stupid motherfucker!” I heard roared as a woman barreled into the building, hands waving in the air. “We had a fucking plan!”

“Natasha, that plan was taking too long.” He turned his angry eyes to me. “I’ve waited years for this chance. I’m done waiting. I got let go yesterday, and I want to move.”

I frowned, wondering what the hell they were talking about.

“And now I have to take all those goddamn cats back because you didn’t do a good enough job getting rid of them!” she snarled.

Whoa.

What in the hell was going on here?

But with her saying cats, I knew exactly who she was.

Natasha Leo.

Her angry eyes turned to me then, and I nearly gasped.

Those eyes.

I knew those eyes.

I stared at those eyes in the mirror every morning.

I looked back to Chester, and looked at him harder.

Was I related to them?

Proving that she was well adept at reading expressions, she pointed at me.

“Yes, you should know me.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m your sister after all.”

If I wasn’t in a chair with sides, I would’ve fallen straight out of it at her words.

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