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We were now walking into a cabin an hour outside of Chicago. It was remote, off the grid, and had been purchased with cash, through a third party, so there was no trail leading back to me unless people got creative with their searching.
I ducked inside, dropping one of the backpacks in the corner, and shot him a look. “Shut up.”
He smirked, snickering, and came in behind me with another backpack on his shoulder.
He started to scan the interior, but a fire was blazing in me and had been the whole time.
“Wait. No.”
My brother stiffened, hearing my tone, and turned. I saw a wariness flicker in his eyes—andgood. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
“Chase, right?” I bit out, that flame in me just building and building.
His eyebrows dipped low. Oh yeah. More wariness flashed and he eased back a step. He lowered his own bag, but moved slow and cautious.
“Yeah. Chase.”
I snorted. “Right.Chase.It’s nice to meet my fucking twin brother who’s already been a pain in my ass. And please, tell me. Enlighten me on the irony of this situation?”
He opened his mouth.
I clipped my head in a shake. “I don’t give a shit what you have to say, because trust me, I am fully comprehending that I had to chooseyou, breakyouout, hoping you’ll have some fucking answers for me, and all the while, the rational side of me is saying this is one huge fucking trap. Calhoun sprung this whole thing, me going on the run, me having to choose someone over the people I love, and any second he’s going to send in an attack squad for his first wave.” That’s when I dropped what little mask I was still holding on to. I reached behind me, grabbed my gun, and brought it up.
Movement ceased in the cabin.
Josh and Scott had been bringing in the rest of our gear, but both paused.
Chase, mybrother, went still. His eyes went to the gun, to me, and he let out a sigh. He raised his hands up. “Okay.” He was speaking cautiously now, too. “I heard it in the car. I know that the FBI went in and arrested—”
I cocked the gun. “I know what they did.”
He kept on as if I hadn’t interrupted him. “They arrested Peter—”
“Again,” I growled, moving forward two steps, raising the gun higher, “I know this, you little fuck.”
He paused, frowning slightly. “How’d you know that would happen? They threatened your woman.”
“It was Peter’s office, Peter’s equipment, Peter’s computer. It was all Peter’s. And I wiped the room clean. The only person who’s been in there since has been Peter. They canonlyarrest Peter.”
Yeah. I was a dick.
I chose this moron over someone who was like a father to me.
Self-disgust flared high in me.
“You better start talking to make this all worth it, because if you don’t, I will shoot you in the head right now. I’m starting not to give a fuck about whatever you have to say,” I gritted out.
His eyes widened.
He hadn’t expected this from me, and that gave me satisfaction that I couldn’t even fathom trying to measure.
I cocked my head to the side. “What? Did you underestimate me?”
His eyes flashed.
He had.
This arrogant piece of shit—breaking into my home, giving me the slip, being a ghost, then appearing to try and take Bailey out from under me?
