Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
The door to the home gym opens just as I reach out my hand to pull it toward me. I stumble back, trying to avoid getting smacked in the face with it.
Heathen is standing there, staring at me as if he's never seen me before.
"What the fuck?" he snaps.
"I was opening the door the same time you were," I explain. "No big deal."
"No," he says, his head shaking back and forth, and it's the tone that makes me really take a look at him.
I can tell by the look in his eyes that something is seriously fucking wrong.
"Tell me," I say, shoving past him and into the hallway. Whatever is going on, I need to be in the conference room with my system in order to be any use to anyone.
"You texted me."
The second the words are out of his mouth, I know just how bad it is.
"I didn't," I growl, my legs moving into a full sprint.
Heathen is not far behind me as I race up the stairs and enter the conference room.
"The text message said you were going to pick her up, and then we chatted a little before she came out."
"Henry," I snap, my fingers working over the keyboard, horror filling my blood as I pull the video from her work and watch her get into a familiar black SUV with my twin.
"Fuck," Heathen growls. "You guys really are fucking identical."
My fingers work over the keyboard, desperation washing over me when I see that her phone has somehow blocked my system. It's no doubt another thing Henry has put in place so I can't track her.
"I'm going to kill him," I say, and there's part of me that thinks I could actually do it.
Brother or not, it isn't okay that he's putting her in the middle of whatever hatred he has for me. She's not to be played with. I don't give a shit if she was the toy he set into action for me or not. I know this is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to give me something only to take it away. I can only rely on his history of no violence to imagine him not hurting her, but that doesn't mean that he can't do other things under the guise of being me.
The thought of him touching her in any fucking way makes my skin crawl. If he hurts her in that way, I can't see her being okay with me at any point in her life. I have no doubt that separating the two of us that way would be possible if he took things that far.
"Fuck," I growl when I notice that I can't access several of the systems I could use to try and track where they went without breaking numerous laws.
"Will he hurt her?" Heathen asks as he types on his phone.
I imagine he's reaching out to the other guys to get them here so they can work on a strategy.
"Not in a physical harm sort of way. He may... seduce her."
"That's sexual assault," Heathen growls.
"I know. I can't access the traffic cameras without breaking the law," I say, looking up at him.
I hate that we don't have a named president for this chapter of Cerberus yet. If we had one, then I could rest those decisions on their shoulders.
"Break the law," he snaps without hesitation. "If it were Kaylee, I'd do what needed to be done and deal with the consequences later."
"Think that will fly as an excuse when Kincaid is firing me?" I mutter, trying to figure out in my head if there's a way to go about this that wouldn't land me in the unemployment line.
"Think Kincaid would let anything stop him from finding Em if the situation was different?" he asks.
"Good point," I say, but instead of accessing the Las Vegas traffic cameras, I make a phone call.
"I was wondering when I was going to hear from you guys," comes through the line when the call connects rather than the traditional hello.
"My evil twin has my girl," I say.
"Shit," the guy on the other line mutters. "How can I help?"
"Who is that?" Heathen mouths.
"Wren Nelson with Blackbridge," I say.
"Don't forget Daddy!" comes across in an animalistic screech.
"And his parrot," I mutter as I begin screen-sharing with Wren when the request comes through.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he knows my IP address. I'm sure it was something coordinated with New Mexico before we ever got to Vegas so we could avoid having to jump through digital hoops when help was needed in a timely manner.
"Fuck, you two look a lot alike," Wren says. "No surprise your guy was fooled."
I look up, hating the guilt in Heathen's eyes as if he still believes that he should've known it was Henry in the parking garage instead of me. I can't fault him for the mix-up. All of this rests on Henry's shoulders.