Chapter-58

The next few days were a blur of emotion. I told them everything I could remember about who my brother used to be, but could provide nothing on who he had become. As I did, it hit me, I had lost the man I had called my brother.

The information gathering on Dillon, and the members of his club, continued. We looked for every weak point that could help us gain an advantage. We had been under the eye of the Sons of Morning Star club for a while now, so they were way a head of us. So, every member of the Raven's had a role to play gaining intel, and the tension grew taut as a bowstring.

When the night finally arrived, and the weight of what I was about to do, my nerves began getting the best of me, and when I met up with Rook, he rested his hand on my shoulder, asking, "You're sure about this?"

I nodded, as pulling in a deep breath, I murmured, "Let's end this."

~~

As everyone was already in place, it was as simple as walking out from the train yard, leaving a silent cavalry of shadows behind me, when Dillon and his crew pulled up.

His eyes lit up at the sight of me, thinking I was there to hand over the goods. But as I pulled out the envelope, I knew the real prize was about to arrive.

"Here it is," I said, my voice steady. "Everything you need to take out the Raven's leadership."

Dillon smirked, snatching the envelope from my hand. But before he could open it, the night erupted with the roar of engines. Dillon and the other members of Sons of Morning Star looked around in confusion, only to see the headlights of Raven bikes cutting through the darkness like the eyes of predators.

The battle was swift and brutal. We had the element of surprise, and used it to our advantage. Dillon and his members were caught off-guard, and the tide quickly turned in our favor.

Sobain saw the writing on the wall, and she bolted, trying to escape through the maze of trains, but Rook and I were on her tail, our bikes weaving through the narrow gaps like we were born for this.

We cornered her at the end of the line. She turned to face us, a snarl on her lips.

"This isn't over," she spat.

"It is for you," Rook said, his voice cold as steel.

And with that, we closed in, ending the reign of terror brought upon us all.

The aftermath was a grim sight, but a necessary one. The Raven's had won a victory, but at a cost.

~~

Hours later, as I stood in the yard of the Raven's compound, the wind whispering through the shadows, I knew my life would never be the same. I had been plunged into a world of chaos and danger, betrayed one brother and gained the knowledge of another. In time I’d learn how that had came about, but for now, I had responsibilities and a life to return to—as well, Lucien.

The ride back to my apartment was quiet, the weight of our victory at the train yard sitting heavily on my shoulders. The adrenaline had faded, leaving only exhaustion and a bitter taste in my mouth.

As I opened the door, I was greeted by a cacophony of voices. Jess, Tannin, and Brian were pacing the living room, their faces a mix of anger and relief.

"Marlowe!" Jess rushed over, his eyes wide with concern. "Where the hell have you been?"

"It's a long story," I told him, wearily.

Brian and Tannin's eyes narrowed as they took in my bruised and dirty appearance. "What's going on?" Tannin demanded.

I sighed, knowing I had some explaining to do. "It's complicated," I murmured.

"We thought something had happened to you," Tannin said, her voice trembling. "We were about to call the cops."

"I'm fine," I assured her, collapsing onto the couch. "I had to do something... for Rook."

Jess's eyes narrowed. "What's going on with you and that biker, anyway?"

I took a deep breath, weighing my words. "That's complicated too," I finally answered.

"It's not complicated," Rook said, walking into the room. "And nothing's going on with this biker!" Rook snapped. "Marlowe's my sister, and she was helping me deal with a...situation."

All three of my friend's jaws dropped in unison, and the room went silent.

"Sister?" Tannin repeated, her eyes wide with shock.

"Yeah" I said, my voice weary. "Rook is... my brother."

Tannin sank into an armchair, her hand covering her mouth. "But why didn't you tell me?"

"Because she didn't know," Rook stated, his voice firm. "And she still doesn't know the full story."

"So, what's the full story?" Brian snapped.

Rook's gaze met mine. "I think that is a conversation for Marlowe and me. Then, if she wants you to know, she can tell you."

The room felt like it was closing in on me. I nodded, and my friends reluctantly agreed, retreating to the kitchen.

"What's going on?" I demanded once we were alone.

"Your mom...our mom...isn't dead Marlowe. She's Luciens's stepmom," Rook stated.

The world stopped spinning. "What are you talking about?" I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"After you and I were born, she had an affair with Lucien's dad," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "Stye kicked her out. But demanded she leave you with him...we're more than brother and sister, Marlowe...we're twins."

It was like someone had punched me in the gut. All the pieces of my life that hadn’t quite fit together were now falling into place, but the picture they formed was one I never in my wildest imagination could have imagined.

"So, Lucien," I breathed, "he's our stepbrother?"

Rook nodded grimly. "Yeah," he said.

I felt like I was in a nightmare, one from which I couldn't wake. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because we can't keep hiding from our past," he said, his voice softer. "And because we need each other. We're the only family we've got left."

I looked at him, the brother I had just found, and the reality of the situation washed over me like a cold wave. We had been thrown into a world of chaos, but somehow, we had found each other again.

The next few days were a blur of revelations and awkwardness. I tried to go back to my normal life, but every time I saw Lucien sitting at his usual table, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. I couldn’t tell him the truth—not yet.

But the secret was eating away at me, and I knew I had to come clean.

I swallowed my pride and approached his table, where he was lounging comfortably in a chair, his hair slightly disheveled and tie loosened. "Hey, can we talk?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the din of the bar. Peering at me a smile curving up the edges of his lips, he offered for me to sit with a casual wave of his hand. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?” he inquired.