In my 21 years of life, I never thought I would be sneaking into my family's house; well besides those times after a high school party.

I arrive on foot at the house at 2am. Most of the house lights are off, but don't let that fool you. There are guards around this house 24-7 and I would guess my brothers normally did business at night.

I enter through the house's back door, making sure to keep one of my black gloved hands wedged in between the door and the wall to stop it from creating a ringing noise as it shuts.

Once the door is closed, I softly glide down the hallway and up the stairs to my dad's old office and Lucien's new one. Unless Lucien is in the office it stays locked for safety reasons. There are a lot of important documents in that office and they can't afford to lose them.

I glance under the door to see if there was a light. I saw there was nothing but darkness, so I reached down to retrieve my lock picks from inside my black combat boots.

Unlocking the door took all but a couple of seconds due to the amount of training dad did with me on these types of locks. I had even practiced on this door lock before.

I slowly pushed the handle down and shoved my way into the room silently, scanning around the room till my eyes locked on to a single computer.

I raced over to the screen and started on my mission to hack into it. As I continued to disalarm firewalls I noticed that these were the exact codes I sent to dad, no changes or anything. That made a warm feeling enter and spread through my chest.

Mylan actually liked them, he thought they were brilliant, exceptional even if he didn't change a single thing.

Mylan was always the "my way or the highway" type of person. Seeing that he liked what I coded put an actual smile on my face.

Once I was in, I looked through the files till I found one that stood out to me.

Good evening, the doc said at the very top.

I scan through it quickly, most of it talked about how money was stolen in small amounts and there had been multiple attacks on his life from snipers to late visits in his room. None of which he told my brothers about.

What a great starting sentence I could use to explain to my brothers that I haven't seen in six years. I swear that old man just wants to act like a god-damn therapist.

I continue to scan till I see a small note at the bottom with my name.

Cameron only reveal your identity to your non-immediate family if absolutely necessary, the rat has to be someone close, so make sure you keep that in mind. Also, think about if you want to reveal yourself to your brothers. I know this has to be hard to step back into a place you swore you would never stand back in, so if you don't reveal yourself it would be easier to go back to America at the end of the week. Of course, this is up to you. Just heed my warning.

P.S. but I already know you thought of that. Just wanted to reiterate it for you.

Dad still knew me too well. I scan through all the information one last time and delete any evidence of the file being opened. Just then I hear the sound of two people walking their way to the office.

"Yes, I will grab the file," a deep voice says, unlocking and opening the door.

In just a second's notice, I had planted myself underneath the desk and had grabbed one of the knives on my thighs.

The man shuts the door behind him and walks through the office with a light foot all the way up to the desk I was crouched behind.

As soon as I saw his Oxford shoes I leaped onto him and brought him to the floor with a knife at his throat.

We land with a loud thump and the man under me groans. I am left straddling the man while holding him down with one hand on his defined abs and the other hand continuing to hold the knife to his throat.

While the man was still trying to compose himself from the fall, I lean forward and whisper into his ear, "Listen close, I am going to go out this window and disappear and your going to forget this has ever happened. Deal." I wait a second, but the man just glares at me. "Too bad, I wasn't asking," I remove my hand from his chest to knock him out, but just before I do, he flips us over.

I hit the ground with a thump. Not wasting a second, I start to think of a way to counter attack his move; but that's when I saw the man's dark blue eyes. Those eyes that attacked my dreams. The eyes I thought I would never see again. Wait, what were they doing here?!

"You bastard," he glares at my face which was still hidden by my back hat. "After I take off that fucking hat, I am going to drag you down to the basement and skin you alive till the end of your life for thinking that you could sneak into the Auclair's house and steal information."

Fucking hell.

I grab onto his arms and flip us back over, but as I go to stand up, Aiden wraps his hand around my combat boot causing me to fall over face first.

Aiden, still on the ground, starts to pull me by the ankle closer to him. Not wanting to hurt him anymore than I have too, I shove my other foot into the arm holding my ankle and try to pull free at the same time.

"God damn it," Aiden grunts, but continues to hold on, pulling me back under him with those strong biceps.

I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he only pushes my chest down more as he pulls my hat off, releasing my hair so that a  few blonde strands fall into my face.

The shock on his face was instantaneous and he immediately let me go. "C-Cam...," Aiden whispers in disbelief. He uses his large hand to brush away the few strands of hair in my face.

I push myself up and walk back to the window, trying to put some distance between us.

"You're here?!"

I whip around to look at Aiden in the face. In the dark, I could see this half smile-half frown on his lips. He looked like a puppy that accidentally bit its owner.

"I should be asking that question," I say, walking a few steps back to him, just so he can hear me better.

"But I asked first. Why did you run away from me?" Aiden's voice sounded torn, like it pained him to just think about it. He walks forward so that we are within touching distance of each other. I wanted to reach out and touch him like a magnet reaching for his opposite; but I curled my hands into fist. I had a mission and a life back in America; and Aiden was now a part of something bigger than him and I. I wouldn't ruin his life here so I could have a chance with him.

"Cam-" "Why are you here!?" I wanted to scream. He should have never been here. He was supposed to be a doctor and live out his life with some other person. He was supposed to go to the movies, walk on the beach, not have to worry about getting shot the moment he left the house. He was supposed to be an innocent, far away from this life. How did this happen?

"Hey Aiden, what's taking you so lon-," Mylan stops in the doorway when he sees the two of us, well more likely our figures, and pulls his gun out. He wasn't in his suit anymore, but in sweatpants and a black t-shirt that said, 'Nerd? I prefer the term intellectual badass.'

As my brother took out his gun, I pulled out my other knife; silver gleaming in the moonlight.

People always said, never bring knives to a gunfight, but it took longer for them to shoot then for me to aim.

Of course I wasn't going to disable my brother, maybe just make him bleed a little. My brother on the other hand, will start firing his gun the moment he feels threatened, with slightly different intentions then me.

"Aiden, why were you fraternizing with the enemy?" Mylan keeps his gun pointed in our general direction while inching closer to the light switch.

"It is not what it looks like." Aiden comments immediately, pushing his arms up in surrender.

"Then why the hell are they still standing?!" Mylan flips the light and turns back to look at Aiden and I. Well more me.

It was kind of awkward. The room was dead silent and the only sound was Mylan's deep breaths of air as he stood staring me down like I would disappear if he blinked. He and I had both lowered our weapons and put them in their proper holders.

I guess I can say it's going better than I was expecting. I was just waiting for one of them to say they hate me and wish I never came back; because that would be a normal reaction. All they know is that I ran away from home without telling them anything.

Finally after a few minutes my brother speaks. "Aiden, may you call the rest of our brothers to the living room. Then you can go to bed. I need to talk to my brother in private."

"Yes sir, goodnight," Aiden says, walking stiffly out of the room like he was in a business meeting. Aiden closes the door quietly behind him and Mylan turns his eyes back to me from the door.

"I'm sor-," I start before I am pulled into a tight hug. My head was shoved into his neck even though he was the same height as me.

"I thought we had lost you forever." Mylan whispers into my hair. He was resting his chin on my head. "Dad said you would come back, but I will admit we all started to lose hope, especially Matheo."

At the mention of Dad, a cold presence surrounded the room.

"But let's not think of that, let your older brother look at you. I could feel your muscles through that black shirt." Mylan holds me at arm length.

"It looks like you continued training, even after running away."

"Do you think they'll hate me?" I say in response.

"The worst thing that could happen would be Lucien berating you for an hour, but I'm tired and don't want to listen to that crap so I'll cut in if things get too bad. Speaking of tired let's get this over with so I can retreat into that warm bed of mine."

As Mylan walks to the door a small crooked, but genuine smile glazes my lips.