Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“I’m going in with them,” Kala said. “So is Tris, and we won’t let them out of our sights. The helo attack made it so he couldn’t refuse the very reasonable request.”
“He didn’t like the idea of me not coming.” Aidan sighed. “Guess it wasn’t my brilliant paper after all.”
Carys squeezed his hand. “It is brilliant, and you’re going to use this time to meet doctors who can actually help you.”
“Or Huisman will ruin me as a way to get to you and your family,” Aidan posited.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Big Tag said. “But we should consider what could happen.”
He’d thought about it constantly. “There are eighty people attending this thing. I’m not going to let Aidan be alone with the man, and Kara will do the same with Carys. He cares about the foundation, right?”
Parker sighed and nodded. “From what I can tell. It’s mostly about the access it affords him, but I’ve seen some odd things happening in his financials lately. He’s moved quite a bit of money around. Even in the last few days.”
“He’s a businessman, too.” His father was studying Ben Parker like he was a puzzle he needed to figure out. “I know a forensic accountant if you would like to consult with her. She has Agency clearance.”
Aunt Phoebe. She was excellent at what she did. And he was sure Aunt Chelsea was consulting, too, in some way. It was why he felt like they could solve the case this time. Because his whole family was behind him now.
“I’ll talk to my boss about sending her what we have,” Parker allowed and then turned to Tristan’s father. “Mr. Miles, do you honestly believe you can hack into Manny’s systems? I’ve been trying for years. My tech is excellent, but we can’t get past his security.”
“Your tech might be excellent, but Mr. Miles is beyond anything you’ve worked with before,” Big Tag said, closing the cover of his tablet, signaling he was going to shut this particular part of the meeting down. “We’ll get in. We’re going to figure out exactly what this fucker is doing, and then we’ll know how to bring him down. Canada, why don’t we take this into the office and let my team get some rest? They have long days ahead, and Aidan and Carys and their guards need to get into the city. They’re supposed to spend the first night at a luxury hotel to keep up appearances. Mr. Miles can join us, and perhaps we can conference your colleague in. I know of Mrs. Murdoch. She’s a wily one. I wouldn’t underestimate her.”
Parker stood. “Excellent. I know my boss would love an update, too.” He turned toward Ian. “I do appreciate you taking this seriously now, sir. Despite the problems I have with certain members of your team, I do know how effective they can be.”
“Like I could effectively put my foot up your ass,” Kala said under her breath.
Ian’s eyes narrowed on his daughter. “Ya razberus s toboy pozhe.”
“Ya v etom ne somnevayus,” Kala growled back. “Come on. Let’s get out of here. Lou, is my pack ready to go?”
Lou would have stuffed both their bags full of anything they could need. From granola bars to glasses that relayed information back to base, Lou would make sure they were kitted up.
She probably wouldn’t have anything in those bags for handling a pissed off sub. He would be on his own for this battle.
Tris took a long breath and prepared for the fight of his life.
* * * *
Aidan closed the door behind the bellman and waited for the fireworks to start.
The honeymoon suite was large and luxurious, and none of it seemed to touch Carys.
He had to find a way to make her understand.
“So is anyone going to address the whole Tris has been playing behind everyone’s back thing?”
Unfortunately, they had an audience.
After the near-silent drive, Tris had handled the check-in while Kala had walked around looking for things that might kill them all. She was such a fucking delight.
Carys had sat there, her jaw tight. She’d held his hand and told him she wouldn’t talk about it until they were in the room.
Well, they were in the room now.
“Did you think no one caught Tara saying you and Zach are horndogs who cheat not only on your girlfriends and your Aidans, but also on your home club?” Kala continued.
“There was no fucking cheating involved,” Tristan replied, his jaw tight. “And we should shut up until we…” He gestured around the room.
Aidan had no idea what it meant, but Kala seemed to. She sat back on the lush couch and propped her combat boots on the antique coffee table. “Already ran a check. No bugs. No cameras. I don’t think anyone cares about who’s fucking who. Or is it whom? I don’t care. I do care about you playing around on my cousin.”