Page 34 of Two Chambered Heart

Corey looked at him oddly before replying that she was a size eight. Given her height, that made sense.

“Babe, will you pass me my water bottle?”

The casual endearment from Kayden caught Jason off guard. Since they’d first found the girl in Kovack’s driveway, reaching for the gun in that crushed hand, Kayden had been smitten with her. Evidently, it had gotten worse than he’d thought. Kayden wasn’t usually this way. Both of them had gone through a revolving door of women, never staying with one fortoo long, tiring of them after a few nights. It was usually their thoughts that had them drawing the line.

He wondered if Kayden would be so interested in her if he could hear her like they did with other women. Regardless, there was an ease to Kayden now in the way he interacted with her, like something had settled for him. Maybe that was the reason Jason hadn’t figured out a plan to dispose of her yet.

“No problem,baaaabe.” She drew out the syllable of the term of endearment teasingly, walking over to scoop up the water bottle, and bringing it back to Kayden who had pulled himself up to lean against his echo bike.

Kayden reached up to take the water bottle from her, but as she stretched her arm out towards him, she tipped the bottle, dumping the water over his head and soaking his already wet body.

“Oops.”

Jason burst out in a bark of laughter. The sound was so surprising to him, he clamped his mouth shut immediately. Kayden looked at him, startled—over his laugh or the water, he wasn’t sure.

The girl was snickering to herself, but Kayden ripped the water bottle from her hand and shot up so fast that she stumbled back. Kayden was also laughing as he dumped the rest of the water on her head.

Jason had to fight hard to stop the smile that was trying to form on his face.

He got himself up off the ground, finding his face towel. He threw another one at Kayden, who was looking at Corey like she was his next meal.

Well, he’d leave them to it.

“I’m going out,” Jason told Kayden. “I have a meeting today to… supervise a transaction.”

Kayden sobered quickly. “I should come with you.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I’ll have Archie wired up. It’ll be quick.” Kayden looked like he was about to protest. “It’s fine, Kay. Just enjoy your afternoon.”

Kayden’s eyes shifted to Corey, who was watching with interest. “Okay. I’ll keep my phone on me.”

Jason tried to ignore his brother’s palpable apprehension and turned his back on the two once again.

Chapter seventeen

- Jason -

I’m locked into all CCTVs, and I have eyes on the ship,” Archie said into Jason’s earpiece. “I estimate docking in fifteen minutes.”

The wind was whipping around the dockyards furiously as Jason waited by his bike, his helmet hanging in his hands. Site security had already done a sweep of the area, making sure Jason would be the only one in attendance when the shipment arrived.

“Roger,” Jason said back.

“Tac Op is on standby at the permitter with the EP team. I’ll send in EP when the boat lands.”

“Roger,” Jason repeated.

Archie was the Cyber Intelligence Analyst and IT Security Expert for Alpha Moneta, but he basically did everything for the twins, including surveillance, intelligence and crisis management. Without Archie, Jason and Kayden would be fucked. Archie had a relationship with tech that was unexplainable. He could influence anything with wires, a gift like Jason and Kayden's receptive telepathy. Having known Archie for almost two decades, Jason trusted him not only with his own life, but with Kayden’slife too—the only other person he could rely on to always be on their side, to always look out for them.

Jason watched the container ship roll into the port. It was exactly fifteen minutes when the massive ship hit the dock.

“EP team dispatched. Tac Op remains on standby,” Archie said, and Jason could hear them as they approached.

Most of the team was former military and law enforcement personnel. Their training was top-notch, and they were highly focused. Their thoughts bounced around rapidly as they closely surveyed the dockyard, looking for any signs of disturbance.

The ship’s crew darted around, securing the vessel, and the dockworkers drove the heavy machinery to unload. The Afghani drug cartel producing this shipment had dealt with the bill of lading, and it was their own freight forwarder that was handling the cross-ocean transport of the container, so Jason was confident that the shipment would land. However, once his order landed on North American soil, it became his responsibility.

Jason pushed away from the bike and made his way over to the shipping containers, now stacked on land.

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