Chapter 13 - THE BROTHER WHO CAME BACKThe bullet struck my shoulder.
I fell.
Adrian walked toward me.
He wasn't angry.
He looked heartbroken.
“I needed them to believe you were dead.”
Elena screamed.
Marcus raised his gun.
Adrian turned.
“Put it down.”
Marcus didn't.
Adrian shot him.
I dragged myself across the floor.
“Why?”
Adrian looked at me.
“Because the Black Ledger doesn't belong to the Morettis.”
He opened it.
Every page was different.
Names had been changing.
New names appeared.
People still alive.
Still powerful.
Still watching.
Adrian smiled.
“Your entire life was built to prepare you for one thing.”
“What?”
“To become the public face of an organization you never knew existed.”
I stared.
“What organization?”
He handed me a document.
At the bottom was my signature.
Dated twenty years earlier.
I had no memory of signing it.
Then I remembered.
A childhood photograph.
My father.
Adrian.
My mother.
And a little boy standing beside them.
Me.
But in the photograph, I wasn't alone.
There was another child.
A boy with the same face.
Adrian whispered:
May you like
“You had a twin.”
My world went black.
