Chapter 13: Her Dark Secret

Asher's POV

I had been driving for hours but it was worth the wait meeting up with Ace. I saw my long lost friend sitting on his porch on the cabin ducked off in the middle of nowhere. As I pulled into the drive way I could not help but be proud of the man for keeping a lower profile.

He was like my fifth brother. I had known him since I was a runner for my father's gang. We grew up together and he helped me through a lot of messed up situations.

I exited out of my sports car and walked up the gravel path.

"Shit, Ash you look like you want to kill someone." Ace chuckled.

"If you had the fucking week I have had you would help me," I replied.

I sit next to him and relax in the chair. I dont remember the last time I actually stopped to take a breather. Ace studies my profile and hands my a glass of scotch.

"You are a godsend." Ace chuckles.

"NO I just could tell from your hone call you needed information…" Ace paused. "And after the shit I just found out you are gonna want a shift fucking drink."

I down the glass and let him pour me another, Ace was stilling holding on to his.

"So you sent me the blood from the knife. And I looked into the name you gave me; Christopher Young," he spat.

"Its a fake name, isn't it." Asher growled.

Ace shakes his head. "Oh no its a real name but it don't belong to the petite little firecracker you and Noah describe on the phone." He took a gulp from his glass.

"You spoke with Noah," I was not upset about it Ace and Noah would talk about everything and nothing.

"Yeah he told me about your little house guest. So I did my thing and…" Ace looked me in my face. In my eyes.

"What?"

"Christopher is the oldest son of Marie Dubelle Young and Cris Young."

My eyebrows arched, why the fuck did those names sound familiar.

"I figured you would be stumped. It took me a minute myself to remember them especially Marie."

"What is so important about the woman," I did not like the direction of this conversation.

"Well for starters Christopher Young has been reported dead for well over a decade. So she is not him."

"Obviously," I frowned. "Lie number two."

"As for Marie Dubelle Young, you might remember her by her tag, The Haitian Trigger."

"The fucking assassin," I spit.

Ace nods. "Oh yeah and his father Cris Miguel Young, world renown hacker."

This information almost made me break the glass. "Fuck me," I said. "Then who the fuck is in my home with me and my brothers then." I am getting angry because that woman has been keeping so many lies from me.

"Oh yeah that," Ace chuckles, "this little tidbit you are gonna want to see for yourself." He says as he hands me three documents. One is a marriage license, the other is a birth certificate and the last one is an old photo.

I pull an envelope of money to pay Ace's fee and head back to the city. Looks like Miss Young and I have a lot to discuss.

I make it home and its the middle of the night. I know my brothers are asleep by now and so is she. I decided to sleep and then confront her. I head to my room when I hear screaming. I start to pull out my gun but I stop when I see my little brother Colin fucking the hacker in the gym.

No one follows fucking orders, anymore. I think as I holster my gun. I shake my head and retreat back to my room. I undress and slid into the covers. Whatever happened between her and Colin will not happen again. None of my brother are going to touch her. Hell after what Ace told me I don't think I'll look at the hacker the same again.

I call Miss Young to my office and I close the door behind her.

"So did you enjoy fucking my other little brother." I don't beat around the bush.

"Her eyes widen. "It was…it wasn't suppose to happen." I see her face grew red from embarrassment.

I don't acknowledge it anymore. "Sit," I motion to the chair in front of my desk. She sits and looks down. "So I want the truth, why were you are Jeger's."

She sits up straight. "He employed me to make sure no one would figure out he was constantly moving his money. He wanted a hacker that could get his money out of whatever lock just in case the police seized it."

She does not lift her head.

"Anything else," I question. Her back is to me as I stare down at her. She turns and shakes her head.

"No I have nothing to hide." I smirk at the comment.

"Well that lie number two," I flex my back as I sit in the chair behind the desk. "I know you are lying to me Chris YOung… or is it Isabella Christina Young."

I glare at her and her body freezes up. She does not answer me which leaves me to believe that Ace was right. I did not have any reason to doubt him.

"What do you have to say," I question. I have my hand on my gun and look down at her.

"There is really nothing to say. I am the daughter of a hitman/slasher. My father is a suicide but not even science could save his life." She mutters.

"Your brother died and you stole his identity."

"Its not like I had a choice if you figured out who I was."

"Depends did you kill him," I ask. In that instant I saw her go for the knife at my belt. She slides out of my line of sight but I point my gun at the front of me and her face is almost kissing it.

"Cute trick, but my bullet will hit you before you stab me."

She stays silent.

"Drop the fucking knife Isabella." She drops it and stares at me. I drop the documents on my desk for her to see. She glances at them and brings her sight back to me.

"Yes my name is Isabella, but I have not gone by that name in years." She stares at the picture. I pick it up and hand it to her.

"Your mother was an assassin…and your father was a hacker."

"They taught me everything I know."

"I never knew the Haitian Trigger to seduce her targets before slitting their throats." I quip.

She glares at me. "My mother was not like that she was faithful to my father the entire marriage…even up to their deaths." She blinks back tears.

"So Marie and Cris are both dead." I wanted to confirm what I already knew.

"They tortured my dad for days and left him on our doorsteps. My mother and I tried to nurse him back to health but he died later that night. My mother was killed…" she stops.

She puts the photo back on my desk. "My mother's throat was cut right before my eyes. I watched her bleed out from my closet door. My brother and I hid there hoping no one would find us."

I nod. I read the report that Ace gave me. It was fucking brutal how the family was murdered. The only survivor of the onslaught was sitting in front of me.

"My brother died with a single bullet to the chest. He was trying to run with me to the forest, but he did not make it."

"Why have you been lying about your real identity?" I ask. The reports all reported that Isabella Young was dead.

"They did not search the forest for me. It was snowing and they thought I would freeze to death."

"They," I look, "The man were hired guns why leave you in the forest and expect you to freeze to death…most go and finish the job."

"My parents were the target my brother and I were just collateral. He was just a means to an end."

I look at the woman in front of me. I can see she is broken because her eyes have never left the photo. When they do I see so many emotions.

Sorrow. Pain. Anguish.

"So what now," she whispers.

I pull out my gun and put it on the desk. Her eyes never leave mine. She knows that I am going to kill her.

"Why were you in Jeger's complex?"

"There was a rumor that he had information about who put the hit out on my family. He was the last piece to a puzzle and I wanted to find it before I killed him in his sleep."

I was surprise by her answer.

"But then you Cathal lot stormed the place and destroy the building before I was able get access to the files."