Alexi
Sasha, Marcus, and I stood before Even. He was strung up at a warehouse that our family just acquired.
“Oh, look, big, strong men going to pick on the weak, pitiful boy-girl,” Even slurred. His lip was swollen and busted from where I hit him.
“There’s nothing weak about you. You’re f*****g crazy and smart, and that’s a dangerous combination. Just because you look feminine doesn’t mean you can’t do some damage. We don’t know where your strength lies. You could be some sort of secret ninja,” I said.
Even snorted.
“What are you going to do to me? You can’t kill me. People know me, so someone will call the cops and file a missing person’s report.”
“Oh, yeah? Name one person,” Marcus said.
“We know all about you, Even Morris. You’re cut off from your family. You’re a loner. Your
