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.

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 pretend to be my father, when this man clearly knew

cleared my voice and dropped it an octave,

on a message 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 at thinking

Aasim wiped his

was a massive inconvenience and one asked of him too many times. “I’m taking a messenger fee off the

without thinking, from where he listened in

just told you to stay quiet!’ I mind-linked

Isaac?” A superior voice drew

about his tone… did

“Still here.”

message?” He prompted when I stupidly

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

a discrepancy on the last payment,” I used what Elan had said and hoped, prayed, for Evie’s sake, it would

last two

I swallowed my snarl, as did my brother, whose claws dug

packages; he had to mean our mate and

through the earpiece. “Boss? That wannabe French overlord? Ha! You’re funny Alpha. And here I thought you were

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

you got any more messages for Frenchie?”

“No.”

And, no hard feelings about your

the question out

the f**k did that comment mean? How the hell did

on the other end of the phone line was about to hang up. “Before you go, Alpha. Rest assured, I won’t go running to your daddy to rat you out,” his laughter rang loudly once more, letting me 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’, so please, pretty voice, don’t insult me again and have fun talking to daddy

first clue what part of

that guy flirt with

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

seriously your first

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

his rogues’,” my mind focused on those last words. “Whatever our dad is hiding,

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 I listened to

he was trying to stop my aimless search. But he slid open the drawer I was about to slam shut and looked at it from the side, moving to peer back

threw the contents over his shoulder and felt the base, sliding it back and revealing a false bottom. Inside, lay a black leather ledger. My brother pulled

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 all

saw our pain, knowing he had

thinking it was

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

pushed the book under my nose and pointed to the

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

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

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