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Groaning in pain, I rub my eyes as I sit up. Fuck. How much did I have to drink last night, I ask myself, massaging my temples.

Let's recap: a mission, had to kidnap the Russian's top hitman and.... got drunk after clearly. How did I end up here though?

Noticing a card with two pills and a glass of water from the corner of my eye, I knew Kylian had taken me home.

Oh my... please tell me I didn't say anything stupid to that man. He will never let me forget.

Said some wild stuff last night Rory, that's how I know the hangover is gonna be bad. Take the pills, love, feel better soon - Kylian De Luca

Why was that... kinda sweet? I didn't expect the "feel better soon" from him. I mean it's Kylian? To be fair, we did somewhat agree to be friends but I still hate him and he still hates me... right?

Ugh, whatever, I can't deal with this shit. End the Russians, take over the mafia, and live my life. Gotta stick to the plan.

I take the two pills followed by the water Kylian gave me. I definitely need a shower.

***

For some reason, no one is around. Kylo? Nope. Riley and Bella? Nope. Kylian? Not here. Not that I care about him, I just need someone to annoy desperately.

The next best thing is to go snooping around. I go into Kylian's office. Don't ask how I got in... we can keep that a secret.

I look at the huge bookshelf up and down. It honestly shocks me Kylian reads all of these books. Like... him? Can't fathom the idea, to be honest.

I run my hands against the books until one catches my eye. What the fuck?

It's the bedtime book my parents used to read to me when I was little. It used to be my older brothers before they read it to me. They never talked about him, one day he just left. My older brother. We used to be so close, I remember that but everything else about him I can't recall.

The main character used to get called Speedy since she talked so fast. My parents and brother used to call me that. I never stopped talking, they say.

My mum once caved in and told me a few stuff about my older brother. It was the third anniversary after he disappeared and she wasn't doing well. I was thirteen, so just ten when everything happened. She told me how he snuck out to hang out with some friends, no bodyguards, and an enemy kidnapped him. I have no idea who, I've always tried to look into it but found nada.

Right before my parents died, my father told me they were close to finding him. Maybe the same people that killed them, took my older brother.

I heave a deep sigh, pulling out the book. It's weird that Kylian also has the same one. I didn't take him for the sentimental type.

As I open the first page, my heart almost stops. This isn't just any copy, it's the same one I grew up with. "From your madre y padre, to the best kids ever Emilio and Ivory." How is this possible?

Was the Italian mafia behind it all? I mean that's the only reasonable answer. After I ran away, the house blew up and from the looks of it, some corners of the book have been burnt off.

If I was ten when Emilio disappeared, Kylian was eleven he can't be behind that but his dad could have been. I was seventeen when my parents died so Kylian was eighteen, now that makes it possible.

Could it really have been him?

I flip through the pages and all the memories of my parents and the ones left in have with my older brother come rushing back. Before I knew it, tears streamed down my face. I try to stop but I just can't.

How could this be possible? How?

The doors flew open and its Kylian. "Ivory? What are you doing in here, what the fuck?"

I don't reply. I can't. The tears won't stop. He looks at me with a concerned look and walks up to me so that he's inches away. "Rory, why are you crying?"

"Don't call me that, you fucking traitor!" I yell through my tears, hitting his chest. I hope it wasn't him, just tell me that I've got it all wrong.

"Traitor?" he questions, tilting his head. "What are you talking about?"

I throw the book on the floor and when he sees it, the colours on his face immediately fade. "How do you have that? Was it you who killed my parents?"

"Ivory, no what?" he quickly says. "No, no, no. You've got it all wrong."

"Oh, really?" I laugh, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Explain then."

"I wasn't involved in that, love," he says softly, reaching out to wipe the rest of my tears but I move his hand away. I've never seen him like this... so caring. "Just calm down and I'll explain."

I scoff at his words. "Listen, the book didn't come from me. It's Elio's," he mutters. This is the first time he's unable to keep eye contact with me.

"Elio's?" I repeat. What? "I'm confused?"

He takes a deep breath and steps closer to me. "Ivory... Elio is your older brother."

What? My heart drops and a gasp leaves my mouth. Instantly, tears well up in my eyes. I don't want to be seen this vulnerable by Kylian but that's the least of my worries right now.

Elio is Emilio.

Everything is slowly starting to make sense. One of the memories I had of him was his nickname... Elio.

"How long have you known this?" I manage to ask. "Rory," he mutters. "Kylian, how long?" I don't even want to look at him right now.

"Just for a little while," he admits. "That's why I was distant from you. Elio told me and he didn't me to mess with you so he told me to keep some distance."

"Fuck you," I scoff, pushing him out of my way. What am I supposed to think? I have so many thoughts rushing through my head right now and killing Kylian is definitely one of them.

He grabs my hand before I can leave the room and turns me around. I immediately let go. "Ivory, I'm sorry." His brows furrow and his pretty eyes squint with concern and maybe even guilt.

Has Kylian even ever said those words to anyone?

"I'm sure you are," I say with sarcasm before leaving. He doesn't try to follow me. If he did, I'm sure I might have shot him, to be honest.

Okay but what just happened? I don't even think I can process this. I know one thing though, I definitely need to see Elio.

Do I even feel happy right now? I just feel betrayed. I've known him for months and he's never said anything. He knew I never knew where he went, I was left with the thought that he was dead.

I slam the doors of my room shut and the tears that I've been trying to hold in just rush out. I sit on my bed with my head in my hands, trying to process everything.

***

My eyes flutter open. I fell asleep? What the- I cried myself to sleep? Gosh, that's depressing.

I get up with my head pounding and the pillow soaked from tears. I notice something on the floor that wasn't there before. A box?

I place it on the desk and open it. A card from Kylian. Just great.

I'm sorry Rory, it just wasn't my thing to tell, you know? Forgive me, love didn't mean to upset you-Kylian De Luca

Oh. That's something I never would have expected from Kylian.

I open the box and it's full of my childhood things. Stuff I thought got destroyed from the explosion so I never went back from them. My older brother had these?

Emilio had all of these and still didn't feel the need to tell me he was my brother. Seriously?

I get up and leave my room. I need to see him right now. I don't even know what I'm gonna say but we just need to talk.

I ask one of the guards where Elio was but before he could respond, he shows up. "Looking for me?" he raises his brows.

"We need to talk," I demand, grabbing his wrist and dragging him into the first room I find, the kitchen. All the chefs leave at the sight of us.

"Quiero decirte que te odio muchísimo ahora mismo, Elio," I utter out. (I want to tell you that I hate you so much right now, Elio.)

"Ivory, listen-" he starts to say but I cut him off. "Emilio, seriously? You've known this for how long and never wanted to tell me?"

"You don't understand."

"No, I do perfectly fine. You're a piece of shit. I thought you were dead but turns out you've been with me this entire time."

He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I knew it, he can't even say anything.

"I had to work through Mum's and Dad's death by myself and I was seventeen, Emilio!" I yell. "Seventeen, with no one! You came back for old stuff, but not for me? When I needed you most!"

"Speedy," he mumbles, "I was looking over you from afar, I was always there you just never knew."

"That's not what I needed, Emilio!" I huff. "I just needed someone after what happened. Just... why didn't you just come back?"

"I'm sorry, Ivy."

"No, Elio. Answer the question." I need to know why. I always need to know why.

"See, the Russians kidnapped me. Sneaking out was stupid but I was just fifteen and was done with the bodyguards. The Italian mafia had a mission, they attacked one of the Russians bases, they found me and took me in. One of the rules was that I couldn't contact you, mum or dad, Ivy."

"But you became good with Kylian. You were like another son to his dad and a brother to him. You came back when our parents died to get stuff. I'm sure at that point, they would have let you. Just be honest." I'm tired of these lies.

"Ivory, you weren't exactly good with the Italian mafia but you were so good where you were. With Isiah, you were the top assassin. You were doing so well, I just didn't want to interfere. You thought I died and I was just stupid Ivy, I thought it was better if it stayed that way."

"I'm glad you're alive, you're my big brother Elio," I slightly smile. "But I think I'm going to need time to process this."

"Of course," he sighs, a small smile playing on his lips. "I really am sorry though, speedy."

I give a slight shrug, walking out of the room. I can't believe that just happened. It felt so surreal.



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