Page 166 of Pucking Obsessed

Save him.

I narrow my eyes, patiently setting all the pins.

“How do you know how to do that?” Cody asks.

I don’t like the suspicious way that he’s studying me. It’s making my heart hurt.

I struggle to force words from deep inside.

Robyn is safe. My brother isn’t in danger. I am getting D’Angelo back.

I won’t lose my voice.

“I learned,” I say with difficulty.

“But where? Please don’t say prison. Shit, it’s prison, isn’t it? I’m not judging but—”

“The Internet.” I don’t look up. Each word burns my throat. “YouTube tutorials.”

Cody lets out a breath of relief. “Awesome because I’m already flooded with adrenaline. I don’t want Mike to have to revive me from a heart attack because we find out that you’re some infamous English serial killer.”

“Whose modus operandi is picking locks…?” Michael quirks his brow.

Cody leans against his husband. “We’ve just learned that my boss and owner of the Bay Rebels is an unhinged kidnapper. It could happen.”

When I was young, I was obsessed with learning methods to protect my twin.

Knowing how to escape houses was one of them.

Not all the methods were legal.

Actually, most of them weren’t.

But then, I’m not real. Only real people have to worry about laws.

The lock clicks, and the door opens.

“You’re a legend.” Cody pats my shoulder. “Come on.”

There’s a dangerous glint in Cody’s eye, which I haven’t seen before. It’s like seeing my own reflected back at me.

It’s been there from the moment that he knew that his sister was in danger. This is the darkly protective side to Cody, which his dad punished him for…still punishes him for.

Michael holds out his hand to me and pulls me to my feet. “Hold on, how are we going to do this? The house is huge, and it’s dark. Heine is a dangerous man. We need to be careful.”

“He’s weak.” Cody narrows his eyes. “Anyone who needs todrugsomeone to gain power over them isn’t brave.”

“What if he has a gun?” Michael’s expression is tight; it looks strange beneath his black cat ears.

“Then we’re fucked.”

“Fair.”

“We split up.” I push through into the grand foyer.

The only light filters through the open doorway. It will take too long to search together.

What the hell could that bastard be doing to D’Angelo right now?

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