Nico and Atlas are nonetheless standing there, wanting between the 2 of us whereas they attempt to piece collectively what’s taking place.

“You introduced Quinn a bag of palms,” Nico lastly says, talking slowly. “That’s why these are right here.”

Killian nods as soon as.

“Okay. Why?”

“And whose palms are they?” Atlas desires to know.

“They got here from members of the Bullets gang. 5 of them, if we’re being exact,” Killian replies.

Disbelief flashes in Nico’s eyes as he rounds on Killian. “You went after one other gang? With out working it by me first? What the hell had been you pondering? We’ve already bought sufficient issues with out pissing off extra gangs.”

Killian shrugs one shoulder, his expression by no means altering. “Nobody noticed me. They usually had it coming. Ever since they crossed Quinn, they’ve been dwelling on borrowed time.”

Each Atlas and Nico look to me after which again to Killian, however he doesn’t elaborate any extra.

I’m grateful that he doesn’t inform them the entire thing. It’s unhealthy sufficient that I fell aside in entrance of Killian, shaking and gasping because the PTSD rose up like a monster inside me, however I actually don’t need to focus on what occurred that night time on the breakfast desk in entrance of the opposite two.

All the identical, it’s clear that they’ve sufficient info to start out placing among the items collectively.

In spite of everything, taking somebody’s hand is a well-liked punishment for having the audacity to the touch one thing that doesn’t belong to them.

Nico sighs and rubs his brow, however nods. “Alright,” he says. “That’s justified.”

“May we at the least take the bag off the desk?” Atlas places in. “I’d prefer to eat breakfast, and I can’t do this with the bag simply… sitting proper there.”

I roll my eyes however decide up the bag of disembodied palms, tying it closed once more and placing it on the ground.

“Talking of not accumulating extra enemies,” Nico begins after a second, lastly altering the topic. “We have to go meet with the Younger Killers as we speak. Atlas stuffed me in on every little thing else Vincent instructed the 2 of you final night time. We don’t want our alliance in opposition to this Silas fucker to convey extra enemies out of the woodwork if individuals suppose we’ve teamed as much as take out smaller gangs.”

I nod as a result of he’s proper, even when my head remains to be 1,000,000 miles away proper now. “What do you counsel?”

“We now have a gathering arrange for later as we speak. We’ll all go.”

As Atlas pours himself a bowl of cereal, he and Nico fill Killian in on what we discovered final night time, updating him on every little thing from the truth that we lastly have a reputation for our faceless enemy to the warning Vincent gave us in regards to the Younger Killers being suspicious about our alliance.

Nico makes himself some breakfast too, and even Killian eats one thing as they focus on these new developments. I end my cereal, however don’t actually style it. It looks like I’m shifting on autopilot as I collect up my dishes and put them within the sink, then take the bag with me upstairs earlier than Atlas can complain about it nonetheless being within the kitchen.

All I can actually take into consideration is what Killian did.

I do know it doesn’t take a lot for him to kill somebody, and he’s been used as a kind of executioner for the Princes of Carnage earlier than. However that is completely different.

The Bullets didn’t cross Nico or the Princes. The Bullets fucked with me. And now they’re all useless.

The truth that Killian did this on my behalf flooring me.

Ever since my dad died, I’ve felt like I’m utterly alone. Despite the fact that I’ve bought a complete gang able to observe my instructions and again me up, that’s completely different. I’ve individuals I belief in Enigma, individuals I contemplate pals. However they’re all seeking to me to steer them, to be robust for them.

I haven’t felt like anybody has utterly had my again since my dad was killed.

And now, with Killian and the opposite two… I really feel much less alone.

I nonetheless don’t know what to do with that. I don’t know whether or not I can belief this sense or not. However once I take into consideration the palms Killian gave me, I can’t assist however smile.

It’s a darkish, violent reward. One thing anybody who doesn’t stay the sort of life we do would by no means perceive. However for me? It was the right reward. The proper peace providing.

I shake myself out of my ideas after some time, focusing up as I bathe and alter. Then I make my approach again downstairs to attend for the fellows.

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