Page 68 of Four Fiances & I

“Fuck!” he tries to slam the door in my face as he turns on the spot and attempts to run. But fails and trips over his own feet, causing him to face-plant on the hard-tiled floor in his hallway.

I don’t say anything as I sigh whilst stepping into the house. Maximus closes the door behind us and drags Mitchell to his feet as he tries to escape.

“Whatever you think I have, I don’t!”

“I think you know exactly why I’m here.” I nod towards the door I know is Mitchell's office, and Maximus drags him in there. I walk to the back door and open it for Jason and Sean. We walk into the office together to find Mitchell sitting in a chair in the middle of the room with Maximus standing over him.

“I hear you don’t like me very much,” I say, pulling up a chair and sitting with my eyes firmly on the piece of shit in front of me.

“I never hid that fact,” Mitchell answers, trying to look in control. “In fact, I think I’ve told you exactly how I feel about you to your face on more than one occasion.”

“You have, and I’ve always admired your balls for doing so,” I nod in agreement. “However,” I continue. “I don’t admire the hit you took out on me. I’ll admit I was surprised. I figured you weren’t much of a coward, but I have been known to be wrong occasionally.”

I don't know how I’m keeping my cool right now. My brothers are right. Whoever has taken a hit out on me is at the same time putting our girl at risk. That is something I will never let stand.

“Prove it.”

Well, he’s not denying it straight out. Turning my attention to Sean, I nod to Mitchell’s desk. He takes the hint and moves to the computer to start going through it for any proof he might be able to find.

“I have plenty of reasons to believe it was you. The biggest was only last night; I beat someone who confirmed that my suspicions were correct, that you have put a fairly pricey sum on my head.”

“Who the fuck talked? … I mean, they’re lying.”

A typical dealer who uses his own stuff can’t keep the truth from falling from his vile mouth.

“I think you’ve just given me all the confirmation I needed, don’t you?”

Mitchell snarls at me before noticing the sounds coming from his desk.

“Get the fuck away from my laptop O’Reilly, that's fucking personal!” he goes to jump to his feet, but Maximus is there, placing a hand on his shoulder and shoving him back down. Mitchell looks at him and snarls. “Don’t you ever get sick of being his lackey?”

“Do you ever get sick of being a fucking piece of shit?” Maximus retaliates.

“I’m not!”

“And I’m not his lackey; I just enjoy causing others pain.” Mitchell looks Maximus up and down, and I don’t miss the way he swallows deeply. Maximus smirks as he sees it, too. “Don’t worry, Christian has put me under strict orders not to hurt you too badly … yet.” he grabs Mitchell’s arm with no warning and pulls it until it pops from its socket. The scream that leaves Mitchell hurts my ears, but I force myself to keep a straight face.

“Found something.”

We all turn to see Sean looking at Mitchell’s computer screen. Jason looks at me, and I nod, telling him to check it out.

“You’ve found fuck all; there's no way you could hack into my protected space that quickly,” Mitchell moans through the pain from his shoulder.

“It’s easy, considering your password is written on a piece of paper pinned to the board beside it,” Sean answers, shaking his head. He moves out of the way and starts pointing things out to Jason.

“It’s all here, not only the contract but a list of properties we own and what’s happened to them, as well as plans for others.”

I look at the piece of shit with a raised brow, but he just stares at me.

“There's also a schedule for each of us; someone’s been following us and …” I don’t miss the way his voice trails off. When I look back, I can see the rage taking over. “You need to see this.”

Knowing it takes a lot to rattle Jason's cage, I get to my feet and stand beside my brother, who is pointing to the screen.

Everything is there. Where we go, eat, sleep, what will get us to change our plans and what we will never change them for. But when I look to where Jason is pointing, my blood starts to boil. Jasmine's name and a list of nicknames we call her.

Clicking on a link, I realise it brings up her class schedule and her appointments for the wedding, therapy sessions and who will take her; my heart drops when I see the following list: the times she's home alone.

Pulling my phone out of my trousers, I dial his number on instinct.

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