"So are we going to talk about who Daniella is?"

My brother didn't bother to turn around and look at me as he continued to walk back towards his car. He must be the only person that I knew other than our mother that had no such fear over the cops, F.B.I, or frankly anyone for that matter.

It probably didn't help that his confidence in dealing with them wasn't fake. He knew for a fact what it was that he could do and get away with no matter what the situation was. In fact if I was to guess with Daniella he could probably get away with just about anything.

He was a weakness for her and something in my mind told me that it wasn't just a one way weakness.

"A past that you don't need to know about." Reagan's attention turned to his men and with one simple nod of the head they took the dismissal and started to make their way back to what ever it was they were doing before this. I watched as one of the men made their way over to the truck and getting in.

Taking away the mess that I had left behind.

Reagan had always been cleaning up my messes for as long as I could remember.

It wasn't long before it was just me and River left in the presence of my oldest brother. A brother that was soon to become one of the most powerful men in country.

"Where have you been?" I asked not being able to stop the many questions that were running through my mind. So much time has past since I had seen him without a word and nothing would ever change the fact that I was his younger curious sister.

Reagan looked over his shoulder at me with the corner of his lips turned up in the smirk that he had inherited from our father. If there was any child that was the perfect combination of both our parents it was Reagan. You wouldn't need a DNA test to know who he was with with his looks and attitude you could never deny who he is and what he stood for.

Reagan was the future of our family and nothing was going to get in his way.

In fact I dared anyone to even try.

"You ask a lot of questions, little sister."

Narrowing my eyes at him I knew that the underlining dig that he was getting in with that sentence even if nobody else did. When we were kids I used to follow Reagan about like a lost puppy. It was always one question after another and he always managed to dodge them and just ruined my hair as he walked past with a grin on his face.

"I only asked one question, and mom has been looking for you."

Reagan scoffed sounding very much like our dad and opened the door of his car. A car might I add that he had built from scratch with our mom when he was fourteen. Each one of us has our very own car that we had built with mom one on one. It was a tradition in our family and at the moment Emilia was doing the same thing that all of us had done.

"When have you ever known mom not to know something? She knew fine rightly where I've been and what I've been up too."

For what was probably for the first time, Reagan seemed to notice that River was still beside us leaning against his bike. They stared at each other for a moment, almost like they were sizing each other up and in surprise River didn't seem to back down. Looking at him in surprise I tried to think what was going through his head in that moment.

Looking between the two of them I didn't know what was going on between them but there was definitely something going on.

Without another word Reagan got into the car and pointed for me to get in as well, my bike was left back on the road somewhere and I needed to go and get it.

"It's fine, I'll get a ride with River. I need to go get my bike anyway." My voice was too quick and I almost flinched at out I sounded. I sounded like a child trying to run away from a parents scolding. Even though I had no clue on what I was about to be told off for.

That was a lie.

We had just caused a scene only moments ago that could've ended very badly if it wasn't for my brother.

Reagan looked at me and I knew with that one like their was no room for argument. "Get in, we need to have a chat."

Looking back at River I was almost pleading with him to help but River just shrugged his shoulders at me and pushed himself off his bike. There wasn't going to be any help from him with what ever was about to head my way.

"I'll get your bike." He said in a low voice as he kissed the top of my head, his presence was a comfort for a moment before it was gone. He turned around and swung his leg over his bike and turned on the engine. "I'll see you later, Kennedy."

Left with little choice I walked over to my brothers car and took a deep breath before getting in. Whatever it was that Reagan wanted to talk about probably wasn't going to be good for me in any way.

As I put on my seatbelt my brother took off down the road driving with such skill I was forever jealous. Driving was just as easy as breathing when it came to Reagan as he was growing up he spent forever working with mom in the garage. There wasn't one car in our home that Reagan hadn't worked on in some shape or form when he was a teenager.

Sometimes it always felt like I was chasing his shadow.

Emilia was going in a completely different direction from the rest of us she was heading down the legitimate business path and wanted to take over our moms kingdom. Levi wanted to deal with the books and shit when it came to both our parents worlds and as for me, well I seemed to be always chasing my brothers shadow.

Me and Reagan were similar but not similar at the same time. We had the same interests and thoughts but unlike my brother his seemed to come naturally while I always had to fight for everything and some how still ending up in the middle of the chaos.

At twenty my brother now had different priorities when it came down to what path he wanted to walk. Reagan had left school at sixteen and our parents had let him do so because Reagan always knew what he was going to do with his life.

Unlike me he knew from he was young what path he had wanted to walk down and it was the same path as our father. If my mom had any objections she never mentioned them. Not that I think that she would in the first place, as long as we were happy doing what we wanted to do mom didn't care.

"You really need to stop hanging out with the Knight brothers." Reagan's tone sounded bored as he spoke and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his comment. It was something he had been saying to me for as long as I could remember.

Reagan has grown up along side the Knight brothers just as much as I had in fact he was best friends with their oldest brother Elijah and the two of them were always working together. For some reason though Reagan always had a thing with me hanging around them.

"And you need to stop giving me the same lecture." Looking over at my older brother I noticed that I had managed to get a small grin out of him as he looked at me from the corner of his eyes. The same eyes that he shared with our mom.

Deadly eyes.

At the sight of his grin my whole body relaxed knowing that whatever was heading my way wasn't going to be anything bad.

"You're my little sister of course I'm going to be concerned when it comes to guys more so when I know what those guys are like. River is the worst out of them all."

He was trying to get a rise out of me. There was no doubt in mind Reagan had a slight issue with me hanging around River but not as much as he was making out to be. One of Reagans favorite things to do was to torture me, and it didn't take much to get a reaction out of me on the best of days.

"Ok then." I said turning in my seat slightly so that I was facing him. If he wanted to play this game I could play it too. "If you want to talk about River then that's fine, as long as we can talk about Daniella too."

With this statement I thought I would have caught him off guard but my brother wasn't surprised one bit, in fact he looked even more amused. His tattooed hand loosened on the steering wheel as he finished turning a corner.

"Daniella Martinez, or Danny as we used to call her. We met her when we were in high school at fourteen and loads of shit happened and now we are here. That's the full story."

Looking at him like he was joking, he didn't react to my gaze. "Full story? That's hardly a full fucking story, all you did was give me more questions than answers."

"There's nothing to tell." Shrugged Reagan like it wasn't a big deal. The most annoying thing about my brother was that he was impossible to read no matter what you said or threw his way.

It was one of the many annoying things he had inherited from our mom that had completely skipped me.

Daniella on the other hand was easy to read, she was like an open book and seeing Reagan earlier was almost like she had seen a ghost. Maybe she did, after all Reagan could've faked his own death for all I knew. Reagan knew how to keep secrets when he wanted to and knew just how to disappear.

There was no doubt I would kill to know what was going through my brother's head in that moment that their eyes had crossed.

Not that he would ever tell me in a million years no matter what deal I struck. It wasn't like I could hunt down the devil to get the answers from because his son was sitting right beside me and he was just as bad.

Crossing my arms I turned in my seat and faced the front once again almost huffing like a little kid. "I bet mom knows." I grumbled under my breath.

"Probably." Agreed Reagan not even denying it. "She knows everything after all, but when it comes to stuff like this in our lives she doesn't butt in, you know that better than anyone."

He was right our mom believed in letting us make or own choices and mistakes. She believed that it taught us far more from learning from our mistakes than having her give us the answers to everything in life. It was what made us so independent unlike a hell of a lot of other kids our age.

We knew the reality of life, long before the others even know what is happening to them.

"Do you know what you did back there?" The whole tone and posture of my brother had changed in a spilt second and I knew what he was talking about but it wasn't really a conversation I wanted to have right now.

Or ever for that matter.

Taking someone life wasn't something I ever wanted to think about. There was a part of my mind that was wired to tune out stuff like that when it came to this life. Even though I still wasn't sure what path it was that I wanted to follow I was still planted firmly in the middle, which meant I seen the ugly side of life on both my mom's and dad's.

"We both know it's not the first time." I muttered looking out the window trying to block out my brothers reaction.

Due to the darkness I was able to see to my brothers reaction perfectly his hand gripped the steering wheel tighter and his jaw locked like he was remembering something that the both of us wanted to forget.

The first time I killed someone I was thirteen years old and it was to protect him.

It was a memory that needed to be burned from my memory.

"You did what you thought you had to do." His voice was deep as he spoke of that day and I could've almost laughed at how he thought I had a choice in the matter to begin with.

"I wasn't going to let you die just to save myself the 'trauma'. We all knew it was going to happen at some point anyway. After all we're Riker Kennedy's kids, it comes with the territory that we have to protect ourselves at some point."

"Doesn't mean you should have went through that situation."

None of us said anything else but we both knew that night had changed the both of ways in some shape or form. My brother was sixteen and after that night he had left school and dived head first into our dads world. There was no doubt in Reagan's mind what he needed to do, I on the other hand didn't know if I had what it takes to handle that life.

To this day I still don't know if I can.

"I'd do it again if I had too." My voice was so low it was barely a whisper but he still managed to hear me anyway.

"I know but that doesn't mean you should." He said sighing as he made the turn for home. "I didn't fast track my life, a life that I knew I wanted to be involved in just to watch you balance the two worlds before you know what it is you want to do. In the end if you want to go down a different path I don't want you having things hanging over your head that you can never take back."

We feel into silence for a moment before I spoke once more as I spoke the cold hard reality of our lives.

"There's always going to be something that are too late to take back no matter what path you follow."