SAGE novel 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.