Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 85

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.

drawled out. “Hearing from you

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

dropped it an

pass on a

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

Aasim wiped his

your personal messenger boy?” The man sighed heavily, as though the task was a massive inconvenience and one asked of

out loud, without thinking, from

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

A superior voice drew

about his tone… did

“Still here.”

He prompted when

career in espionage was not

payment,” I used what Elan had said and hoped, prayed,

to purposely delay the payment for your last two packages

my snarl, as

packages; he had to

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

‘I don’t know who this guy is, but you can’t

you’re finished pulling my leg, you got any more messages for Frenchie?” The trailing end of the man’s chuckling tinted his

“No.”

And, no hard feelings

the question

mean? How the hell did I even press about that without giving myself

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

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

guy flirt with

my brother, that out of

your first

What did he mean about her? What the

words. “Whatever our dad

an answer. A strange tranquillity overtook me, my mind blocking all 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

my aimless search. But he slid open the drawer I was

over his 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.

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

He took it…

it all this

he saw our pain, knowing he

I read with my father, thinking it was sympathy… and it was

locket in front of him, he didn’t react, continuing to

nose and pointed to

monetary amounts,” he pointed out. “The payments

hair colours, eye colours, approximate

voice shook. “The payments are for people. Our father wasn’t relocating rogues… he was f*****g

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