Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 85

CHAPTER 82 – DID HE FLIRT WITH YOU?

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SPOILER ALERT

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES TO PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES

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Astennu

I tried to keep the tremble out of my hand as the mouse slid across the mat to open the first hidden-away file. Badru quickly gripped my shoulder in silent support, the same horrid apprehension gripping his centre as it was mine.

All the falsified invoices were there, twenty-two of them in total and dating back a decade, just as Elan had found. Each was different, listing a contrasting vendor name, amount paid and service rendered; accounting, consultancy, construction…

The fact our father had these hidden on his computer told us one simple dark truth. He was not only aware of the payments to the pack, he was involved with them.

Why? What were they truly for?

‘I don’t know, but he’s the reason our mate is gone,’ Aasim roared with venom. ‘He waved that damned stolen schedule in our face like we had f****d up when he KNEW!’

My wolf’s rage seeped and blended with mine. I didn’t know how, but I knew these bullshit payments had to have something to do with my mate’s disappearance. He had the power over Janet to make her do what he wanted and was why she wouldn’t say anything. The threat on her daughter was real… and it came from my own father.

The damn family photograph leered at me. Was this why he moved it here? Out of some sick guilt?

In a single motion, I snatched the photo and hurled it across the room. The frame and glass shattered, putting a crater in the opposing wall.

“We should call this number for ourselves,” Badru surprised me with a calm and level tone. He hadn’t batted an eye at my explosion.

“I’m being serious,” he repeated when I stared back at him in dismay. “If we’re about to beat the ever-living s**t out of our own father, I want to know precisely what for first.”

I took a deep breath, the air containing nowhere near enough oxygen to fill my lungs and calm me.

“You do it, Ru. You’re better at improvising and acting.”

My clumsy distraction in the kitchen had turned my stomach with cringe.

“I am, but you do a better impersonation of dad and you know it. Even mom was fooled that one time. Which got awkward real quick,” he grimaced, paling.

It was intended as a joke a few years ago and had back-fired mortifyingly.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when I f**k this up.”

“You won’t,” he handed me the landline phone. “You got this.”

“Ok,” I gave in and accepted the phone. “Try and stay quiet.”

I dialled the number in haste, copying it from my brother’s phone screen, and listened to the ringing tone signalling the number was operating.

hadn’t ever heard in my life, drawled out. “Hearing from you again so soon! What can

s**t! I had no idea what to say. How the hell do I pretend to be my father, when this man clearly knew him and, from the sound

it

pass on a message

did I ask for a message to be passed on? Passed on to who?! This is why Badru should be on this phone, not me. He was best

Aasim wiped his paw down his

The man sighed heavily, as though the task was a massive inconvenience and

one?” Badru said out loud, without thinking, from where he listened in

you to stay quiet!’

Isaac?” A superior voice drew

his tone… did

“Still here.”

message?” He prompted when I stupidly

career in espionage

what Elan had said

to purposely delay the payment for your last two packages for a few more

to send it,” I swallowed my snarl, as did my

to mean our mate and

exploded through the earpiece. “Boss? That wannabe French overlord? Ha! You’re

f**k off the phone!’ Badru’s wide eyes warned. ‘I don’t know who this guy is, but you can’t bullshit him any

more messages for Frenchie?” The trailing end of the man’s chuckling tinted his

“No.”

alrighty then. And, no hard feelings about

to keep the question

hell did I even press about that

know my act was screwed. “Consider it my good deed of the day… and because you sound rather arousing when you’re trying to play it cool. Just one last thing, more of an FYI. I answer to myself. I never have ‘bosses’,

not having the first clue what part of any of that conversation

guy flirt

out of everything he heard, this was what he

seriously your first

mean about her? What the f**k did

my mind focused on those last words. “Whatever our dad is

was hiding. Because if I left this room, I would go to him and my unnatural calm would explode. My wolf was somewhere screaming

he slid open the drawer I was about to slam shut and looked at it from the side, moving to peer back within it. “It’s

shoulder and felt the base, sliding it back and revealing a false bottom. Inside, lay a black leather ledger. My brother pulled it out and flicked through the pages, setting it out on the desk. But my attention

sick state of dread began to take hold, twisting a painful jagged edge in its wake as my trembling hand pulled out a necklace I would recognise anywhere… Evie’s locket. I opened it anyway, knowing I would see the small picture of her mother inside, despite the three names carved in Russian on the

He took it…

had it all

day, he saw our pain, knowing

father, thinking it was sympathy… and it was guilt,

of him, he didn’t react, continuing to stare at the pages, shellshocked. “This is way

my nose and pointed to the listed

line up with the invoices, as do the monetary amounts,” he pointed out.

hair colours,

are descriptions of people,” Badru’s fist clenched and his voice shook. “The payments are for people. Our father wasn’t relocating rogues… he was f*****g