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)
I get a ping on one of the programs I have running, and as much as my heart races as I reach to check it out, I know better. Henry is notorious for setting up random shit just to try and throw me off base. Anger courses through me when I get a hit on him making a purchase in England.
"What is it?" Heathen asks as he leans further across the conference room table, hope filling his eyes.
"More fucking games," I mutter, clearing the notification just for another to pop up, a hotel rental in Liberia. With the second one cleared, there's a pop-up for India. "I could fucking strangle him myself."
It hits me like a ton of bricks when the fourth notification pops up for Turkey.
"He's at—"
The comm rings once again, and I connect the link to Wren.
"The Elite," we say at the same time.
The guys at the table stand and file out of the room wordlessly.
"Facial recognition picked them up on the hotel elevator," Wren explains. "It's a little wonky, somehow only meeting ninety-six percent, but it's our best lead."
"I wouldn't put it past Henry to have had some type of plastic surgery to keep himself looking younger. That would throw the system off slightly."
"Let me know how it goes," Wren urges. "I'm going to keep working through some shit on my end so we can wrap this all up with no surprises at the end."
"Thanks for your help, but there's always going to be surprises. It's Henry, after all," I mutter.
Chapter 35
Morgan
Despite wanting to be brave and face this entire situation with my chin up, I still find it impossible to control the full-body tremor running through me.
It's a combination of fear and the freezing temp he has in the room.
Not long after realizing the man who picked me up today was Henry and not Robert, he climbed off the bed and has barely looked in my direction once since.
I get the feeling that I'm only a part of the man's endgame. I'm simply a token of some sort in whatever sibling rivalry he has with his twin. That also scares the shit out of me because I have no idea how he plans on using me to hurt Robert.
I shift my weight, but with my legs tied at the corners and my arms stretched over my head, it's damn near impossible. My shoulder aches from being trussed up the way I am, but I know better than to complain. I may be naked and splayed out on a bed with a monster in the room with me, but I know things could easily be a lot worse. Henry can hurt me in any way he wants, and there isn't much I could do to stop it from happening. It would be better for me if he just sort of forgets that I'm even here, and with the way he curled over his laptop on the small sofa in the room, I don't seem to be part of his focus at all.
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to shove the idea of how far things went before I realized he wasn't Robert. I don't want that shit in my head. I should probably be grateful that he stopped once I realized who he really was, but that gives him credit for somehow having a decent bone in his body, which is ridiculous considering the situation I'm in right now. There's nothing decent about a man who goes out of his way to hurt people connected to his brother because he wants to ruin his life.
If there was ever any one situation that made Henry turn against Robert and vow to ruin any chance he had for happiness, then Robert either didn't mention it or he doesn't truly know when it happened. I can't imagine that a grown man would hold a grudge against his twin for turning him in when they were much younger, but then again, I've never hated someone so much in my life that I wanted to go out of my way to ruin theirs so maybe I'm not the most reliable source of understanding.
Despite the manipulation, the guilt still manages to settle inside of me.
Robert deserves more.
He deserves a woman who can immediately tell him apart from his evil twin. He deserves someone who wouldn't allow a man to touch her after she realized the vibe was off.
He deserves someone who doesn't have to see a flash of a tattoo to be sure that the man she just let shove his hand down her pants is, in fact, not the guy she had been getting to know.
I know my mind is trying to rationalize what I've gone through, and now, still being right in the middle of a traumatic situation isn't the best time to work through that shit. I can't help where my brain goes.