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.

heard in my life, drawled out. “Hearing from you again so soon! What can I do for you? You can’t have a little gem already, can

I had no idea what to say. How the hell do I pretend to be my father, when

my voice and dropped it an octave, praying I

pass on a message for

message to be passed on? Passed on to who?! This is why Badru should be on this phone, not me. He was best at thinking on his feet. I had just blown this whole thing in

we plan things,’ Aasim wiped his paw down

heavily, as though the task was a massive inconvenience and one asked of him too many times. “I’m taking a messenger fee off the next one you

without thinking, from

to stay quiet!’ I mind-linked him with a

A

tone… did

“Still here.”

He prompted when

myself as the world’s biggest i***t. A career in espionage was not going to be in the

on the last payment,” I used what Elan had said and hoped, prayed, for

“You told me to purposely delay the payment for your last two packages for a few more months till you said so. Is this you

swallowed my snarl, as did

he had to mean

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

don’t know who this guy

leg, you got any more messages for Frenchie?” The trailing end of the man’s

“No.”

no hard

I tried to keep the question

did that comment mean? How the hell did I even

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

the phone down, not having the first clue what part of any of that conversation to question

that guy

my head up to my brother, that out of everything he heard,

seriously your first

man meant our mother. What did he mean about her? What the f**k

words. “Whatever our dad is hiding, it goes

else out other than my main focus of finding what my father was hiding. Because if I left this room, I would go to him and my unnatural calm would explode. My wolf was somewhere screaming in my mind, but if

wrist. For a second, I thought he was trying to stop my aimless search. But he slid open the drawer I was about to slam shut and looked

bottom. Inside, lay a black leather ledger. My brother pulled it out

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

He took it…

it

saw our pain, knowing he

with my father, thinking it was

up from the ledger and even when I placed the locket in front of him, he didn’t react, continuing to

pushed the book under my nose and

line up with the invoices, as do the monetary amounts,” he pointed out. “The payments come roughly a month after the date written in the

noting hair colours, eye colours, approximate ages, heights, builds,

shook. “The payments are for people. Our father wasn’t relocating