"Who told ye bout R.T?"

"Ye know I can't tell ye dat. Dey know you'll kill em fer sayin."

"Who was it!" I yelled pointing a finger at him.

"It was Ace an Shadow. Don tell em I told ye." Race pleaded.

"Depends." I said grinning.

"On?"

"Who else knows?"

"Not many?"

"Exactly how many are not many?"

"Everyone.." Race said trying to smile. He could tell I wasn't happy and walked over to talk with Snipe-shooter.

"Like I said, I ain't lettin im get away wid it." Spot said hugging me.

"Did ye hea bout Trevor?" I asked looking into his eyes.

"Jack told me bout whudd he's planning on doin. Everyone else's findin out tenight. Don't worry I ain't gonna let im hoit ye no mora."

"I know." I smiled. "But whudd if something happens an ye can't protect me?"

"Don think like dat. Besides if I can't someone else will. Ye know all de guys, well most of em would help ye out if I can't."

"Dat ain't wudd I'm sayin."

"Den whudd er ye sayin?"

"Whudd happen if I have te make a choice again? Den whudd?"

"I dunno, guess we'll have te wait an see." Spot held me tight.

I wished I never even met Trevor right then. My whole life was in ruins because of him. There was yet one secret I was keeping from Spot. Scott, Bailey, and I, we all were. I wished the day to tell him wasn't as soon as it seemed to be. If I didn't tell him soon, my whole life would be ruined forever.

"Hey! Ye playin Spot?" Jack asked throwing a pillow at him.

"Yea ...yea…" Spot said looking at me once more then sat to play cards with Jack and the others.

"When er ye gonna tell im?" Scott asked sneaking up behind me.

"I….I don know." I said turning to him. "But I think it's gotta be soon."

"Yea whudd ye think…no tell im afta yer gone I suppose?" Scott mocked. "Yer gonna hoit Spot if we don figure out how te stop im from comin."

"I know! Don ye think I know already? If it were up te me I'd wish he'd neva had found us! ...Does Bailey know yet?"

"Yea, I told her when Trevor had ye. She still can't believe he found us. Except he don know bout Bailey so she'll be alright. Hopefully he ain't gonna be hea on yer boithday like he said."

"Well dye think I could go te Harlem er somethin so he don find me? Besides why does he want me instead of you er Kevin?"

"Well ye gotta tell Spot. If ye need me te help ye I can talk te im fer ye."

"Nah I think I should tell im…tonight. But can ye be derre when I tell im?"

"Yea, always."

"Good, when they're done let me know. I'll be talkin te Bailey."

I went to get Bailey who was on the roof top. She was alone because Jack was playing cards and she wanted me to meet her there. I found why she wanted me to go there to talk. Because of our father. When I got there she had been talking to Kevin.

"Hey… um Kevin dey started de poka game if ye wanned te watch."

"Yea! Sorry Bailey but can ye talk lata?"

"Yea go on ahead." Bailey smiled, but I could see she was devastated.

"So, I just hoid bout our fatha." I said making sure Kevin was gone and out of hearing.

"Yea… he doesn't even know I'm alive. But he knows bout you an Scott."

"Yea but only you, me, an Scott know bout dis. Don't tell Kevin. He only knows he's got two kids…mom was pregnant with us when he left. An Kev isn't even his, we can't tell Kev, who knows whudd it'll do te im."

"Who is Kev's fatha anyway?"

"I have no idea…mebe Scott knows."

"Well if Kev ain't got de same fatha we got, ain't he like a half brodda?"

"Yea…how long did it take ye te figurre dat out?"

"So ye already knew?"

"Yea…me an Scott found out while we was stayin at Medda's."

"Oh…well ye shoulda told me soona."

"Sorry…I fergot."

"So he's planning on takin ye on yer boithday?"

"Yea…but why me?"

"I dunno. But Sc-"

"Hey! Scott said ye wanned te talk." Spot interrupted us.

"Yea…where is he?" I asked.

"Uuuhh.. I think downstairs."

"Don't worry I'm hea." Bailey said comforting me.

"Spot if I tell ye dis…promise te not get mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" he asked sitting down with us.

"Cuz me and Scott've been keepin dis from ye. We wanned te wait till we got woid from… from our fatha."

"Whoa, yer fatha…I thought ye said he left ye."

"Well he did. But now, he wants me back."

Scott burst in from the door. "Angel! Spot! We gotta problem! De Delancey's are hea."

"Wait whudds dat gotta do wid us?" I asked trying to show him what I was talking about with Spot.

"It's gonna have te wait Angel." Scott said to me. "Derre hea lookin fer ye."

"Whudd er we gonna do?"

"Spot take her downstairs...I wanna talk wid Angel."

"Alright." Spot took Bailey downstairs while Scott stayed to talk to me. "We're thinkin of fightin em. We were gonna take ye te Brooklyn but den decided we should stand up te em fer ye."

"Hold on. Derre thinkin on killin me. Yer gonna stand up te em? Whos hea?"

"De Crypts an de Delancey's. We haven't seen Trevor yet."

"I ain't lettin ye fight em! Whudd if dey kill alla you!?"

"Dats a chance we're gonna take. We know de chances but we wanna do dis."

"Whudd am I supposed te do. Watch ye get beat up an killed!"