SAGE

Chapter 25

Sage Miller

Now that I know it seem so obvious. Its freaky actually how many similarities I can now see. Heck,

even their behavior seems similar now. From the dirty blonde brownish hair and their freakishly green

eyes. I feel so stupid for not seeing before.

I barely slept all night, twisting and turning. I kept thinking about the possibilities of them being step

brothers.

I searched Styles but Wikipedia had nothing on him so I searched his sister. I remembered that her

name is Jane.

I got that her mother's name is Cassandra and has a sister too her name is Amari. Most important I got

that her father's name is Jonathan Styles.

That's means Harry's father is Jonathan Styles, Connor's mom said that was Connor's dad name too.

That couldn't be just a coincidence.

Should I tell Styles? I mean if I were him I would want to know if I had siblings out there but Styles is

not me and he isn't normal.

Any normal human being would want to know. With him you never-

"Quit staring you're being more creepy today." Connor said frowning a little.

Even his little frown mimics someone I know.

All I see in him is Styles now. The blonde hair. The green eyes. Except he doesn't have a dimple.

With that frown he looks like a young version of Styles, if I'd known him.

"Um yeah sorry, I was just thinking." I mumbled looking down on my plate.

I heard him sigh.

"Look. I know you heard what mom said yesterday but I really don't wanna talk about it so don't bug

me. I hate this tension between us. And this awkward air isn't exciting either. You apologized for what

you said back when you where in Toronto so we're cool."

"Yeah we're cool." I cleared my throat and finished my breakfast.

After breakfast I left. I went to the hideout for a meeting that would be held at 3.

I was a little early but I had nothing and I haven't been at the hideout in a while, I kinda missed being

there.

Later today I have to get my car at Wren's. So that's something I'm excited about.

I spent the drive to the warehouse thinking about Connor and Styles. I still haven't decided if I should

tell him about my findings or not.

I knew he was at the warehouse, he always is but the parked SUV confirmed it.

I got more nervous walking inside the building, I don't know if I can look him in the eye and not say

what I know. Somehow I knew looking at him would confirm what I already knew. Styles and Connor

are half brothers.

"You're early." He declared without lifting his head.

"Good morning to you too." I sarcastically said. I'm still pissed at him about last Saturday when we were

at The Ring.

"I really missed your sassy ass." He said but I picked up on his sarcasm. I rolled my eyes and sat down

on the sofa in his office.

I didn't realized I was staring at him until he said it.

"I know I'm irresistible but I don't play for the other team, your sister is more of my type."

I blinked a few times and saw the smirk that lingered on his lips.

"First, ew. I didn't need need to know that and don't flatter yourself. You're not that handsome." I

countered. "Even if I decided to switch teams, you wouldn't be my type."

"FYI, I am everyone's type. I turn straight men gay." He said then we both busted out laughing for a

second before we fell back into an uncomfortable silence.

"If you don't stop staring I'll assume you're in love with me." I blinked a couple of times.

I hadn't realize I was staring at him again.

"Whatever it is that's bugging you I suggest to you spit it out because it's creepy and getting on my

nerves." He came around his desk and leaned against it folding his arms.

I sat back on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm was just thinking about how many secrets do you have."

I confessed. Of course this time around I meant something completely different. I was talking about

Connor and if he knew that he exists.

It wouldn't be farfetched considering he barely acknowledges his other sister Amara if not at all. The

dude even denied his mother, I get it family can be complicated and all but I don't see what Connor

could've done to him, because it's Styles maybe being born is what set him off.

"Don't, you'll give yourself a migraine. I have too many secrets." And I didn't argue that. He does have

many secrets.

"Why didn't you tell me you were Shadow?" This has been bugging me for a while now. A whole week

to be exact. I decided to leave the half brothers issue alone.

"I thought you would have figure it out really. I gave you so many clues and hints. It's not my issue

you're dumb as fuck." He shrugged.

"Hey." I grumbled. How dare he call me dumb.

"That doesn't matter right now." His voice suddenly turned serious. "When you were away I discovered

a leak."

What?

"What? Who is It? Why didn't you tell me?" I shot him questions already on my feet.

"Who is It? You'll all find out during the meeting. And I didn't tell you because you were in another

country and I was making sure I got the right information besides what would you have done?" He

explained calmly.

"Why are you so damn calm?" I asked almost raising my voice. I was freaking out. I don't wanna go to

juvie.

"Oh trust me, I'm far from calm." He mused and right then I picked up on the venom in his words.

I slumped on the sofa waiting for 3'o clock. So many things were in my mind. There was the issue of

Connor and Styles then the snitch.

But most of my mind was occupied with one thing. Alora. I haven't talked to her since she called that

night. I've tried calling her with no luck.

Eventually I gave up. I knew she'd come back. All I had to do is wait. She always does. She has to.

And she will.

By the time it was time for the meeting, everyone was present. I was sitting next to Sebastian.

The gang has 30 members excluding Styles and his two goons. 7 of those gang members are high

schoolers. Them most goes to college but some are just drop outs.

I'm the youngest but it's hardly noticeable. I look older than I already am. Styles told me that the oldest

is not older than 24.

Between these 30 gang members only 12 were given guns and as you know. I'm not on that 12 and

neither is Sebastian.

And trust me when I say I've begged Styles for a gun. He said when the time is right and I'm ready he'll

give me a customize one. Which means so much.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you here." Styles entered the lounge. "Let's get to business

shall we."

His face was scary. His voice was cold. He was using his con voice which meant someone was dying

today. Then his body tensed and his eyes stoic, cold and hard.

I knew I wasn't the snitch but I was shitless scared. I would never want that anger directed towards me.

The whole situation made me realize how much this Styles is different from the one I'm always around.

This Styles was dangerous even by looking at him. He sends shivers down the spine.

"I like telling stories when I'm trying to get my point through." He told everyone. His voice was cold. "Let

me tell you a tale. I had an associate, his name doesn't matter. He was becoming a problem. He

started telling people, bad people stories he shouldn't. Overall he was causing me problems. And I

don't like problems. I exterminated him. I burned down his house with him inside."

I heard everyone taking sharp breaths but no one said a word or interrupted.

"Point is, someone is causing me problems. He's saying things he shouldn't say to some people that

doesn't like us. You know what I want to do to that person?" He rhetorically asked.

"I want to peal off his skin and give him a salty bath because that's what he's doing to me." He turned

his back on us. "What's written on your skins? What is our motto?"

I felt the small tattoo itching. My hand went to my torso. Suddenly I felt like it was burning.

"Is not written 'One for all, all for one. Till death'?" He recited the words. The small English accent

heard.

Sometimes I forget that he's from England.

"It is." We all murmured.

"Then why betray us? We have a snitch." He declared in a loud tone. Everyone looked at each other

and mumbled.

Sebastian looked at me. I fucking wish it isn't him.

"Who is It?" Sebastian whispered confused. I released the breath I've been holding realizing it isn't him.

"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me." I shrugged and turned my attention back to Styles.

"I don't like snitches." He shook his head. "I give you all good money so why fucking bitch on us and

snitch for what?"

I zoned him out and scanned the room. I wanted to know who is it. I can easily read people. I guess

whoever it is I'll see it in their eyes.

I examined each face slowly and carefully. They all looked shocked, some had fear written in their

faces but not the kind of fear I was looking for.

"-the thing I hate most is fucking betrayal. I loathe traitors." He sneered. His tone full of distaste.

It was clear as day how angry he was.

I continued looking around.

"I'd think because you play a double agent you'd be smart about it. You fucking know the Cassias own

Miami PD." He mused and took out his gun.

Gasps were heard all around the room. Then the traitor made a mistake. He showed himself.

Chris. He was quick to hide his guilt and fear but I saw it.

"Now I have to kill you because you were stupid. You betrayed me. Me, the Godfather. Do you

understand how dangerous that is?" He walked around and stopped right next to Chris.

Chris immediately froze. I swear his breath seized.

"This is an example. You're lucky you're getting the easy way out, Chris." Everyone gasped.

Chris is one of those 12 who were given guns.

"How could you?" Lucas, Chris's friend snarled at him.

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thought.

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then closed it. He stuttered and the realisation finally hit

him. He was going to die.

"Yes Chris, how could you? Answer him." Styles asked him.

Chris stuttered again which didn't make sense.

"If I wasn't in a hurry I'd take you to the torture room and you know what happens down there." He

twirled his gun in his finger. "Lucky for you, I have somewhere to be. And I don't need answers. I won't

ask why and all that because I simply don't care."

"Any last words Chris?" He asked him and Chris surprised all of us by standing up and grabbed Styles

by his neck and pointed his gun at him.

"I'm not dying anytime soon." He shouted at everyone.

At the same time, thirteen guns were pointed at him, two were Styles's bodyguards' and 11 were gang

members, Lucas, Chris's friend included.

"Chris." His friends yelled at him. "Don't do something you'll regret."

We were all on our feet, shocked and scared.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest and adrenalin was pumping in my blood.

"Stay out of this Lucas, it doesn't concern you." He shouted backing away dragging Styles with him as

his shield.

Surprisingly, Styles was calm and cool as a cucumber.

"Like hell it is. Let him go and face your punishment like a man" He sneered at him but Chris wasn't

interested in dying today.

"Do you think it's wise for you to do that?" Styles asked calmly even though the bustard was strangling

him.

"I don't wanna die." Chris yelled.

"You're pissing me off Chris. Last fucking chance let me go." He demanded which made Chris to

tighten the neck lock he had him on.

"Shut the fuck up. Not everyone has it easy like you. Some of us have so much pressure on us." Chris

tried to reason.

"Right now you're giving me no choice but to kill your kid then your mom and your little girlfriend."

Styles croaked out which caused Chris to laugh.

"Good luck on finding them." He laughed again.

"You think I don't know you crossed them to Mexico."

Chris froze as soon as he heard that.

"H-how d-do y-you know t-that?" He stuttered and loosen his grip.

"They don't call me the Godfather for nothing. There's no hole in this world you can hide in where I

wouldn't find you." As soon as he said that he took Chris's arm and in a flash he flipped him over.

Chris came down with a loud this and he groaned in pain. His gun was in Styles's hand and was now

pointed at him.

"Like I said before, if you're gonna play double agent at least be smart about it and make it just a tid tad

challenging for me." He said rubbing his neck.

"Please don't kill my family. Please don't kill my baby girl." He begged kneeling in front of Styles.

"I was gonna let them be. Maybe give them your corpse and some money but you doomed them. You

ruined them." He snarled.

He wouldn't kill innocent people, would he?

Of course he wouldn't. He's just threatening him nothing more. Yeah of course.

But how sure I am about that? He said it himself, he's got too many secrets. How sure am I that he

wouldn't kill a little girl?

"I'm begging you. Please don't. Have mercy on them. Please." The man was now in tears clutching

Styles's leg.

"Get off me." He kicked him and he fell on his back.

No one said a word but their guns were still on Chris. They were now surrounding him with him and

Styles in the middle.

"Please don't punish them for my sins. I had no other choice but to betray you. Ple-" With a tsk the gun

in Styles's went off.

I couldn't look away from the seen. Styles didn't blink as the blood poured from his head.

He shot him in the head without blinking.

How heartless is Styles really is? The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Live by the gun, die by the gun." He said as he turned his back on dead Chris.

My heart was racing inside my chest. Something in me shifted. It wasn't like it's the first time I'd seen

him kill someone.

But it was the first time I'd seen him kill someone with so much coldness or hatred.

The sight is unsettling. It shook me to the core.

I'm not a saint. I mean I did finish off my own mother but I didn't do it for malicious reasons. Mostly is

was fear and hate.

And it still haunt me to this day.

"Clean this up." He walked away but stopped at the threshold of his office door. "I guess that was a

lesson for everyone who even dreams of crossing me. Huns is in charge."

Everyone took the words of wisdom. They nodded and started moving like he just gave everyone

permission.

I snapped out of my daze and followed him. I made sure to knock and waited for his approval before

going in.

I wasn't sure of his mind state.

"It's a mystery how I knew you'd follow me." He said, sarcastically of course.

I rolled my eyes.

"You'll get your duties from Huns." He said unloading his gun.

Huns was his second in command whenever he was caught up somewhere or too busy.

You'd think it would be me but no.

"Yeah I know." I cleared my throat. "So where are you going?"

"If you must know.... I do have a life outside of being Godfather." He smugly said. "I'm meeting my

friends. You know, the one's I had in high school. We're going out for drinks."

Wow. I that was the most explanation I ever got out of the man without poking him.

And I thought he wasn't friends with them anymore because all summer he wasn't hanging with them.

And he called them friends. He usually said his friend is Linkin only.

"Oh okay." I said dumbfounded. "So..."

"Spit it out." He demanded.

"Umm." I was nervous and didn't know how to ask him. His mind state was somewhat okay. I think.

"What Sage?" He urged him.

"So.. um.. are you really... um.. gonna kill his family?" I rushed out.

He surprised me by sighing but I don't really know what reaction I was expecting but this wasn't it.

"You're nosey you know that?" He rhetorically asked.

Yes I know. Which sometimes lead me to know some secrets that burden me like knowing that you

might be my friend's stepbrother.

"I'm not gonna kill them. I'm not that heartless but I won't sent them shit or his corpse. That son of a

bitch doesn't deserve any type of burial. I'll feed him to the dogs."

His tone and words sent ice cold shivers down my spine.

"Besides that. I won't do a damn thing to them." He shrugged. "If you don't have anymore snooping to

do. I have places to be."

I chuckled and left him alone.

Everyone was shaken by what happened today. You could see in their faces.

Some if them have never seen a dead person. Much less someone being killed in front of them.

Sebastian has been telling me how scared he was. And for him to admit that was something big. He

doesn't like to show vulnerability or is he shaken easily.

"Why are you so chilled about all this?" He asked. I shrugged.

I'm so chilled because I've killed before and I've seen Styles kill someone. People even.

And I'm not that chilled.

"I'm never crossing your brother in law." He said which caused me to snapped my eyes to him.

"Shhhh." I hissed. "And he's not my brother in law because they're ain't married and they broke up."

"But they'll get back together." He said.

"No they won't. It's over between them. For good." I corrected him.

"You know that's not true. From what I've seen of them. They love each other and from what you've told

me, he still love her and he will fight for her. I bet you fifty bucks they'll get back before the end of the

year."

I said nothing but I did look away.

"The fact that you aren't saying anything means you know what I'm saying is true." He said gloating.

Of course what it's true. They will get back together even though I don't necessary like the idea.

I bet Eve already forgave him.

"Exactly." He said taking my silence as confirmation.

"Fuck you." I snapped at him which caused him to laugh. "Let's just finish this job I have a car to get."