I was done with the constant shifting of my identity, worn out from hiding at every turn. This wasn’t the life I wanted for Anthony. He didn’t deserve this. The hardest part, though, was that my brother believed both Anthony and I were dead. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. The first time I came back from the dead, he had a heart attack and was hospitalized. After that, I had Kay break the news gently that I was alive, but that my dangerous line of work had put me in constant peril.
Since then, I’d been sending him cryptic clues—pictures of the shoes he gave me when I was six, with subtle hints about my whereabouts. He knew he had ninety-six hours to find me, and every time, he came through without fail. But I wasn’t sure if I could ever tell him the full truth.
"Kay, make sure Tio knows he can NEVER tell my brother I’m alive. He can know, but he can’t say anything. You remember what happened the last time he found out. After the latest scare, I don’t think he could handle knowing Anthony and I are both alive. He can’t know. I don’t know how many more ‘funerals’ he can attend, and if he finds out, it puts him in danger, too. I may never see him again, and if I do, he might be too old or I’ll only see him at his funeral. With my luck, he might really have to attend my real funeral. Please, keep an eye on him," I texted Kay.
Kay’s reply was quick: “He knows. After the hearing and the mandatory change of his therapist, we sat down and talked about the letter—which, by the way, you should’ve sent to me first! I told him that under no circumstances should he contact your brother and tell him you’re alive. He knows he could face legal trouble, and the government is already investigating him. Before I left, I reminded him that he can reach out to your brother to send his sympathies, but that’s it!”
I felt a wave of relief. Kay had taken care of the crucial details. Unfortunately, this was just one of many hurdles I would face until I could find a safe place for Anthony and me to stay out of sight. I’d burned my bridges with both the real government and its splintered version. I couldn’t rely on them for help anymore. If I hadn’t burned those bridges, they would know exactly where to find me. So now, I had to turn to the criminals and the underworld that I’d spent my life fighting against.
Getting help from people I had sent to prison, people who now lived in hiding, was difficult. The ones who were released didn’t want to risk their freedom helping me, but when they saw I had Anthony with me, their attitude softened. Still, the help didn’t come easily. One person pointed me to the next, but none of them wanted to house Anthony and me for long. They didn’t want to look over their shoulders any longer than they had to—and I couldn’t blame them. To get their help, I had to return the favor.
Fortunately, most of what I could offer were things like baking, cooking, cleaning, and laundry. The more I did for them, the more they were willing to do for me. A few times, when the people helping me were low on funds after getting me the help I needed, I was able to give them untraceable cash in various currencies.
At one point, I found myself in a desperate situation. Anthony was in a baby carrier on my chest, and I had a heavy backpack strapped to my back. We were stranded in a dangerous area, with no tools to protect ourselves. My untraceable phone was dead—if it had been charged, I still wouldn’t have had service—and the only satellite phone I had was broken by a large animal. I couldn’t use my flare guns because I didn’t want to risk being found. As I was about to break down in tears, Anthony woke up, hungry. But I had run out of food, and my milk supply was dry. He cried in frustration.
The only thing I had left was electrolyte powder and half a bottle of water. I mixed a tiny bit of powder into the water and handed it to him. He drank it quickly, then tried to latch again.
“Where can I find a razor blade?” a familiar, raspy voice whispered.
“Take a turn at Neptune,” I said cautiously.
“It’s for a friend of a friend in need. She has a package weighing now twenty-one standard units,” the whisper responded.
“What’s your star sign?” I asked, grasping at any thread of familiarity.
“Aquarius, with moon rising and mercury in retrograde,” the voice replied.
A wave of relief washed over me.
“Come with me, Andrea,” the voice said. “It’s Donatello.”
“Holy shit, Donny! How did I not recognize your voice?” I gasped. “I’m so sorry I got you thrown in prison.”
“Andy, it’s alright, really,” he said. “Take my hand. I’ll get you and your baby someplace safe. I’ve got a kid of my own, and I have food your baby can eat.”
“I could hug you right now, but I don’t want to wake this kid up,” I said, taking his hand.
We walked for about fifteen minutes before we arrived at his home. It was the smallest house in the neighborhood, but Donny had made it look like a farming home to keep up appearances. I asked if his mistress knew I was coming, and he told me that she had spotted a tuft of my hair in the wind about thirty minutes before he found me and sent him out to track me down.
When we reached his door, Donny reminded me to take off my shoes but carry them inside, then burn them. I met his mistress, who fed both Anthony and me while Donny did his best to cover his tracks. I told him to stay inside, but he insisted on going out. I had a bad feeling, but he didn’t share my concern.
Hours later, after we were well-fed and hydrated, I heard scraping at the door. I knew something had gone wrong. I asked his wife to take the kids and hide, then grabbed the old rifle from above the kitchen sink. I opened the door to find Donny standing there, with a knife at his neck.
“No need to knock on your own front door, Donny,” I said, not acknowledging the man holding the knife. “Come on in. Don’t forget to take your shoes off. What would you like to drink, uncle?”
The armed stranger looked at me. “You’re his niece?”
“His family and mine have been friends for six or seven generations. It’s customary in his family to greet male elders as ‘uncle’ to show respect. Donatello is six years older than me,” I said, exaggerating a bit. “I also wanted our children to meet.”
"Alessia,
could you please take the kids to the backyard?" I asked Donny’s mistress.
She nodded and
led them outside. Once they were safely out of view, I turned my attention to
Tomas, Ian Marlowe’s fraternal twin. I had no doubt he was armed—if he was
anything like his brother. Donny wasn’t, but I didn’t trust the old gun in my
hand to do what it needed to without risking my friend’s life.
“Tomas,” I said
softly, approaching him with caution. “You’re here for me, not Donny.”
Slowly, I
placed the gun on the ground, keeping my movements deliberate.
“Who are you?”
Tomas growled, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “How do you know my brother?”
“I am The
Legioness,” I purred, a cold smile curling at my lips. “I’ve been many
things—Andrea, Dory, Tanya, Mary, Leeandria... you may know me as Astrid,
Lilith, Raven, or Ursula.”
He froze.
“She Devil!” Tomas yelped. “You’re the She
Devil!”
“That I
am," I said with a sly grin. "Now let Donatello go.”
I moved closer,
my hand wrapping around his throat, feeling the anger rise. My vision tinted
red. “You better do it soon, Tomas.”
“I’ve spent
years looking for you… but now I know who you are!” Tomas choked out,
struggling to breathe. “Let me go!”
“I’m not even
choking you, you fool,” I hissed as my horns shot out from under my party
hat—my favorite little trick. “Tell me, Tomas... Who am I?”
He squirmed,
face pale. “You’re the devil incarnate who killed my brother!”
I gave a dark
chuckle.
“That would be Alessia, not me,” I said,
winking at Donny. “I’m the one who put your brother in prison.”
With that,
Tomas released Donny, and the tension between us dissolved. Donny knew what was
coming next. He and Alessia needed to take the kids and disappear—his priority
was keeping them safe, especially my son. As much as I hated it, I cared more
about Anthony’s safety than my own.
When Donny
pulled me into a grateful hug, thanking me for saving his life, he asked where
he should take everyone.
“Find my brother. Text him a picture of where
you are. He’ll come find you,” I whispered softly in his ear.
We pulled
apart, and I quickly reminded him of the ballet shoes I had tucked in my bag
for his daughter; they were really the shoes that my brother had given me years
ago.
“Tell everyone
to wear blue, so they blend in with the water.”
Tomas looked
confused, but Donny understood immediately. He grabbed the ballet shoes from my
bag and the baby wrap I had brought along, intended for Alessia to carry my
son. Donny knew exactly which lake I meant—Tomas may have been unfamiliar,
thinking of lakes still iced over, but Donny knew the one I meant.
It was time for
everyone to disappear.
Before I could
back up to my bag, Tomas leapt up from the floor from where he landed when I
let go of his neck. We fell when he collided with me. As we struggled to try to
get control, I reached into my boot to grab my taser. I truly hoped it still
had a charge as I had to use it a few times prior to Donny finding Anthony and
I. It took a few seconds to warm up but it worked when I pressed it against
Tomas’s back and pressed the button. He convulsed for a few seconds before I
released the button.
“Ugh!” Tomas
groaned, disoriented. “What happened?”
“I tased you,
Tomas,” I replied coolly, securing him with handcuffs to the banister of the
stairs.
I quickly made
my way to the backyard where Alessia had left her phone. Grabbing it, I typed
out a message to Kay:
“I’m okay. Send
someone to Donatello and Alessia’s. I need a 30-minute head start to pack my
things and wipe down everything I’ve touched.”
“I’m giving you
twenty minutes. Move fast!”
I
double-checked that I had everything I’d brought with me. Now, I just had to
find the lake where Donny and Alessia had taken Anthony and their child. I’d
heard rumors about it, but I wasn’t sure if it was real. Asking around would
only give away my location to the people who had tried to kill my ex-husband
and me.
A text from Kay
came through:
“This is your eighteen-minute warning. You need to leave, NOW!”
I wasn’t
finished yet, but I had no choice but to go. I could hear people moving around
both the front and back doors. I vaguely remembered that whatever house Donny
lived in, he’d installed an escape hatch on the roof.
I sprinted
upstairs, found the hatch, and opened it. I tossed my bag onto the roof and
quickly used the rope ladder to climb up. Once on the roof, I pulled the ladder
up and closed the hatch behind me. I jumped from the roof onto the neighbor’s
house, using their rain spout to climb down.
Alessia’s phone
pinged in my hand with a new message.
“Follow the
street for three miles, turn right at the foot of the hill, and you’ll find
your brother and your son. We love you!”
I followed the
directions carefully, and at a small coffee shop, there they were—my brother
and my son. I pulled them both into a tight hug before leading them down a
hidden valley. At the end of it was the lake—still unfrozen, just as I had
hoped. We found a boat waiting.
It had been a
while since I had captained one, but I could handle it.
As we set off,
my brother finally spoke. “I always knew you were alive. Every time you faked
your death, Kay would send me clues, little hints that you were still out
there.”