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.

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

I pretend to be my father, when this man clearly knew him and, from the sound of the familiarity, he knew our father

and dropped it

pass on

on to who?! This is why Badru should be on this phone, not

we plan things,’ Aasim

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

thinking, from where he listened in

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

Isaac?” A superior voice drew

his tone… did he

“Still here.”

message?” He prompted when I

A career in espionage was not going to be in the cards for me

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

payment for your last two packages

my snarl, as did my brother, whose claws dug into the wooden

he had to mean

hysterical burst of laughter exploded through the earpiece. “Boss? That wannabe French overlord? Ha! You’re funny Alpha. And here I thought you were a stick in

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

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

“No.”

alrighty then. And, no hard feelings

I tried to keep the question out of my

did that comment mean? How the hell did I even press about

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

first clue what part of any of

that guy flirt

my brother, that out

seriously your first

The man meant our mother. What did he mean about

those last words. “Whatever our dad is hiding, it goes far beyond some

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

Badru grabbed my 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 at it from the side,

lay a black leather ledger. My brother pulled it out and flicked through the pages, setting it out on the desk. But my attention was claimed

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.

He took it…

it all this

day, he saw our pain, knowing

father, thinking it was sympathy… and it was

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

my nose and pointed to the

with the invoices, as do the monetary amounts,” he pointed out. “The payments

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

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