Fractured Brotherhood (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 7)

Chapter Six

Tess

“Hero was the first of us to get an ol’ lady. Then Frost. He’s my other brother.”

“Okay.”

“Then Marco, who isn’t a part of the club, but he’s like family. He’s part of the Banachis. He messed up and got Royal’s brother killed.”

“Oh my,” I gasped. Zag was giving me the very detailed rundown of everyone in the club and his family.

“It sounds worse than it actually is. Her brother wasn’t exactly the best guy; though it is a sense of good and bad, it’s not like Marco is good. He’s more gray than anything.”

“Gray?” What was that supposed to mean?

“We’re all kind of gray in the club. We all want good, but we know that sometimes you have to do bad things for the greater good.”

“Who is y-y-your other brother?” I asked. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear anything more about Zag being good but doing bad things.

“Zig.” Zag chuckled. “We’re twins.”

“There are two of you?” I asked, astonished. “Please t-t-tell me he doesn’t t-t-talk as much as you do.”

“Hardly. Zig is a man of few words. At least when he’s not with the club.” Zag shifted and bumped his shoulder into mine. “Sorry, babe.”

“Does he have an o-o-ol’ lady?”

“Hardly. I’m pretty sure that Zig will be single for the rest of his life.”

I sighed and leaned my head back.

“Though, I’m pretty sure all of the old members of the club thought that before they met their women.”

Zag sure could talk.

For hours we had searched around every nook and cranny of the basement, and we couldn’t find a single thing that would work to wedge open the window. I didn’t think we would actually see anything, but I was hoping something would magically appear.

I was getting tired, but I didn’t want to just fall asleep on Zag. “What time do you t-t-think it is?” I pondered.

Zag shifted next to me. “Gotta be nighttime. There isn’t but a glimmer of light coming through the crack of the window.”

I yawn loudly. “Maybe that’s why I a-a-am tired.”

Zag leaned into me. “I can be your pillow tonight, babe. I don’t think I’ll be sleeping much.”

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Just getting more and more pissed off the longer we are trapped down here,” he hemmed.

He was just two days down here. I couldn’t imagine what he would be like if he had been down here as long as I had been. “I d-d-don’t know if getting m-m-mad is going to help.” I laid my head on Zag’s shoulder and sighed. It was much more comfortable than sleeping on the hard, cold floor.

“My dad always told me to take a breath when I would get mad, so I didn’t make bad choices.”

“Very smart,” I whispered.

“It is, but I have never been able to do it.”

I burrowed closer to him and pulled my knees to my chest. “Well, now you can do it.”

“Because I don’t have any other choice,” Zag laughed.

“We’ll try again in the morning.” I wasn’t sure what we could do, but we could figure it out in the morning. Or whatever time it would be when I woke up. “You should t-t-try to sleep.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he rumbled.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There were so many things I should be worrying about right now, but I didn’t know how to solve any of them.

Sleep was all I wanted.