Sometimes, being the leader of a notorious crime group was tiring. The Hollow Crows were his life and joy. He had constructed his empire from the ground up, yet was cautious enough so that he stayed out of the way of law enforcement. Unlike the Bloodhound Crew.

Yet now, as he sat in his plush office chair, reviewing the transactions that had gone on the day prior, Rhaze let his eyes wander. They landed on Rhys, his twin brother, who was perched on the couch that he had insisted on purchasing. Rhaze had no idea why he demanded to put it in his office.

Rhys was focused on his phone, his fingers flying as he typed. His brows were furrowed, and eventually, he looked up and made eye contact with Rhaze.

"Zeke's found a little bird in our territory." He said. The tiniest evil grin was on his face as he leaned back on the couch, crossing his legs. "I told 'em to bring them to us. Thought you might enjoy a change of pace."

Rhaze's eyebrows shot up. A trespasser? There were never people who just stumbled into Hollow Crow territory. Was this person stupid? There were no trespassing signs plastered all over the property.

Before he could even respond, there was a dull knock on the door. Rhaze smirked. Zeke was always scarily efficient. This person could've been caught from across the property, and Zeke would still manage to get back to him right at his call. "Come in." He called out.

The door was kicked open, and Zeke hauled someone in. His second-in-command Griffin stood behind him, his impressive stature making it so that their captive had no chance of escaping.

Rhaze froze as his eyes landed on the captive. Eerily familiar eyes stared at him, and he had to fight to stay in the present. He wasn't going to look back on his younger days. Especially not the ones with them in it.

"Who are you?" Rhaze asked slowly, even though he knew that it was them. Even through puberty, their features still remained recognizable. "And why the fuck are you here?"