Page 117 of Fortress of the Brave

I shake my head. “Jesus, Fynn. This is fucked. You know it is. Angelo’s going to fucking cut you off if you keep this shit up.”

“It was a long time ago. I presumed he was dead. I didn’t fucking think this would come back to bite any of us.”

I wouldn’t say I like killing either, but if Angelo told me to do something, it would be a good reason, so I wouldn't even question it. Not ever.

Fynn is in no position to ever question or defy Angelo. He should have finished him off properly, not assume anything.

I stare at him incredulously. “Please tell me this is some kind of horrible joke, because now he’s back.”

He looks down at his feet. “I know, I know, okay, you don’t have to keep repeating yourself. He somehow survived.”

“Now he’s working for the Colombians?”

“Who the fuck knows. He’s not fucking smart enough to be doing anything on his own.”

I shake my head. “He slipped past us, they all did. Maybe he’s a lot smarter than we think.”

Fynn pulls at his hair, frustration all over his face. He knows he fucked up. He’s my brother. I get why he did it, but Angelo and Marco won’t be so understanding.

“This is fucked,” he mutters. “We need to question him, find out what he knows.”

“Wait, you said you did this for the woman you loved, but you weren’t even with Sage then.”

He looks at me sharply. “We were on and off again, you know that. We had history…when he fucked her up, she called me. She had no one else…”

“I know you’re soft on Sage, I get that, but does she call the shots now, or do we?”

“We do,obviously.”

My tone softens. “I’m still trying to understand…”

“Because she’s not like us,” Fynn says simply. “She’s good and pure and precious, something I’ll never be.”

I open my mouth then close it again. He has a point. “You think we’re like fucking Cameron?”

“No, but I know we ain’t good.”

I take a deep breath, my shoulder making me feel dizzy from the pain. I need to get this fucking seen to, pronto.

“That doesn’t excuse anything,” I warn him. “And for the record, we’re nothing like that fuckface.”

“I know that. Don’t you think I fucking know?”

“Well, you better get your story straight,” I say. “Because we’re going to the warehouse now, and you’re the one who has to face Angelo.”

Fynn glances down at my shoulder. “We need to get you some fucking medical attention.”

“No shit. Just don’t tell Sage to come to the warehouse.”

“She’ll have to. We can’t go to the emergency room.”

I take a long, deep breath. “Fuck.”

“You can say that again,” he mutters.

Fynn puts his arm underneath my armpit as I wince, and he helps me walk as we head out towards the van.

I can only hope that Angelo goes easy on him, but I doubt that will happen. Not if I know my brother.

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