Chapter Nineteen
Ryan
Reid and I stare at the shabby looking building and cringe.
“She lives here?” Reid growls, looking around the not-so-nice neighbourhood. The surrounding houses are old and not so well kept, with brown grass covered in rubbish. The building itself doesn’t look so bad, except for a few broken windows I can see from here.
“Not for long,” I add, trying to calm my nerves. We walk into the building, and take the stairs to the third floor. The elevator is out of order. Knocking on the door, I wait a few seconds before knocking again. The door swings open, and there she stands. Our baby sister. Shoulder-length blonde hair, warm brown eyes and a small petite body. She looks so cute, like a little angel. And then she opened her mouth.
“Who the fuck are you?” she asks rudely, her head looking from me to Reid multiple times.
I open and close my mouth, looking at Reid for help. “We need to talk,” Reid says.
“Do I need to get my gun?” Persephone asks, sounding bored. She even glances down and inspects her fingernails.
“You don’t have a gun,” I tell her. At least, I hope she doesn’t.
“I could have a gun,” she says, a little defensively.
“Are you Persephone Knox?” I ask, wanting to make sure it really is her.
“What’s it to you?” she asks, her eyebrows drawing together suspiciously.
“We just want to talk,” I say, trying to smile to make her feel more comfortable.
“Look, I get that I’m the hottest chick in the building, but I’m not into,” she waves her hand around animatedly, “whatever double teaming shit you’ve got going on over here.”
Reid makes a choking noise and I scrub my hand down my face. So many things wrong with that statement.
“What?” she shrugs. “I read, a lot. I know what people are into these days.”
Okaaaay. This is awkward as fuck. “No, we are actually here for the opposite of whatever it is you’re thinking about now?” I ramble.
Her face takes on a thoughtful expression. “You want to go rescue animals with me?”
What the fuck. “How is that the opposite of sex?”
She smirks. “Sounds pretty fucking opposite to me.” It’s official. My sister is weird.
Reid cuts into our weird and slightly disturbing conversation. “We’re here about your father.”
“My dad’s a deadbeat,” she says, fidgeting with the sleeves of her white top. Her expression falters a little but she tries to quickly mask it.
“We know. He’s also our father,” I add in softly. There is a beat of silence.
She looks interested, but still a little unsure. “Prove it.” Reid pulls out his driver’s licence and shows it to her. She looks at us both. I mean really looks at us, and then opens the door wide. We walk in and take a seat on a new looking pink couch. She sits opposite us and sighs. “Start from the beginning.”
And we do. We tell her everything up until we received the letter.
“So I have elder twin brothers,” she says, her lips curving.
“I guess you do,” Reid says, smiling a little.
“So tell us about you,” I say, eager to know more.
She lifts her shoulder in a shrug. “Haven’t seen Dad since I was a kid. My mum died a few years ago. I’m a uni student, studying law. I work part time at a café. That’s about it.”
Even though I had nothing to do with it, I can’t help but feel proud. She’s studying and working, making something of herself. “Good,” Reid says softly, and I know he feels what I’m feeling right now.
“So start packing your shit and get ready to go,” Reid tries to say casually but fails.
I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“What the hell are you on about?” she asks, sitting up straighter.
“What Reid is trying to say is you can come live with us. I have plenty of room, and we own a bar you could work in, and we want to take care of you and make up for lost time,” I try to explain.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she says, standing up. The universal gesture for ‘time to go.’ “I’m happy to have met you guys, and I would love to get to know the two of you and have you in my life, but I’m not moving.”
“But…” Reid starts, until he sees the stubborn look on Persephone’s face.
She grins. “I get that you are clearly both used to getting your way, but not this time.”
“Okay, will you let us take you out for lunch now?” I ask, not wanting to leave her just yet.
“Sure, I’d like that,” she says, smiling. “Only if I get to choose the place.”