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“How the hell was I chipped and when?”
“When you first came back. I had to do it at the motel when you were sleeping.”
“How the fuck did I sleep through that?”
“I administered a sedative beforehand; it’s similar to chloroform. Then a needle in the back of your neck.”
My hand slides around the back of my neck feeling for this microchip; if I didn’t know it was there I wouldn’t have been able to feel it. I shudder as my finger runs over the slight protrusion.
After what feels like hours, we come to a stop at a ladder on the right side of the tunnel.
“This just keeps getting better and better.” I mutter under my breath.
Brennan climbs first and pushes open a metal grate at the top of the ladder. He pulls himself out as I make my way to the top. Brennan helps me the rest of the way out, then closes the grate behind us. I take in my surroundings and see that we're inside a lavish backyard, with three armed guards pointing their guns at us. I did just say this was getting better. One lowers his gun as he stalks over to us and starts to pat Brennan down. When the guard is satisfied that he’s not hiding any weapons, he moves closer to me.
“Now I understand why you came with me,” I laugh. Chester would lose his damn mind if he could see the way this slimeball is leering at me. He steps closer and I raise my arms into the air as his big meaty hands run over my curves. I restrain from kneeing him in the nose when he gets a little too close to my inner thigh. Once he’s satisfied that neither of us have any weapons, we’re instructed to follow him inside.
The house is absolutely beautiful; it reminds me of a house in a Tuscan villa. We are led into a dining area where the mirror image of Mr. Z sits sipping a coffee and talking on his phone. We stand and wait while he finishes his conversation, in a language that I don’t understand but thinking it could be German.
“Please, sit,” he says, motioning to the empty chairs, when he finally ends the call. Brennan and I take a seat next to each other but opposite of him. I want to be able to look him in the eyes as we speak. The guards that accompanied us inside fall back far enough that we are given privacy.
“Thank you for meeting with me,” I say and he smiles.
“You look so much like your mother; it’s like I have gone back in time.” He tilts his head to the side, considering me. “Besides the eyes, you get those from our mother.”
“I've seen a few pictures of her, she was beautiful.”
“That she was. Now, Brennan tells me that you wanted to have a discussion with me. I’m just sorry that it took so long to arrange this meeting. I was out of the country on business.”
“That’s totally fine.” I murmur with a wave of my hand. “I don’t want to beat around the bush, though. There's a number of things I think I'm entitled to know, but the most important question is, what's the overall plan? What's the plan with your brother and why is he still alive? What's your plan where Olympia and the teams are concerned, and what is your plan regarding me?”
He laughs and leans back in his seat. “All valid questions. My brother is a crazy bastard to put it lightly. I've wanted to make a move for a while, but we needed to know who would get the company after his demise. We recently came into more information on that matter and I made some calls to the new woman in charge, hence my recent travel. It was not an easy meeting, to say the least. Her and her men were not very forthcoming, and they wanted to meet with you as you’re the other person listed. I passed along Brennan's contact details and her assistant will be in touch sometime in the near future. We need her to agree to sign the company over if my brother doesn’t change his will first.”
“What do you get out of all of this?”
“I just want my half of the company back. You’re free to hold the rest of the shares.”
“Okay, but how does it benefit me giving you yours back? With all due respect, I don’t know you or what you plan to do.”
“I want it to run how it was originally intended to.” He shifts slightly in his chair. “I still believe in what he does, just not how he goes about it. Olympia was created to help people and the medical advancements were supposed to be used for good, but my brother has always been greedy. He felt lining his pockets with cash was more important than the greater good.”
“And how can I trust you?”
“I thought you would say that. Let me show you something.”
He stands from the table and motions for us to follow him. Brennan and I share a look, but get up and trail after him. He leads us through the house and down into the basement where a lone door sits ominously. He pushes it open and steps aside. My mouth hangs open as we go down into an underground house.
“Melinda, honey.”
I stumble as my mirror image enters the room. Brennan’s arm comes around my waist and catches me before I can fall.
“I…” I don’t understand, how is she alive?
My mother is alive and staring back at me. My body shudders and sweat beads my brow as she steps up beside Ziyon. This can’t be real, can it?
“Hi, I’m Melinda,” she says, offering me her hand.
“Jolie.”
