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“On the edge of the property, way out on the other side of the lake, there’s an access road.” Michael signaled for his sister to go back inside the room. “Tomorrow, Bruce will lead Cohen down it, and I’ll take over from there.”
Chapter 32
Michael proceeded down the hall after Kristina returned safely to her room, and the further they went, the more the man he’d been in her presence—the brother, the protector—faded. What remained was the cold villain Jamison had come to expect.
Bruce went ahead when two men intercepted them in the hallway, both dressed in similar attire to Michael. “If you’ve no further need for us, we’d like to head out,” the stockier one said in a low voice. “My hands are dirty enough, and these people feel like grit under the nails.”
“Gentlemen, you have my thanks,” Michael replied sincerely. “Please be discreet when you leave. Smitty and Paul are at the gate. They’ll let you out, but know that it’s a ten-mile hike before you reach any town. A second option would be to bypass the gate altogether and take the two miles to the other side of the lake. There’s a small road there. Head west, and you’ll reach civilization in about eighteen miles.”
“Is there a back door here?” the second man asked. “The less interactions, the better.”
The men didn’t acknowledge her, making Jamison wonder how many defenseless women they had seen Michael Sinclair carry around during their service to him.
“There’s one in the kitchen and another in the lower study that leads to a patio.”
“Got it.” The men moved around them to leave. “And when can we expect you at the rendezvous point?”
She felt it. Something in Michael Sinclair shifted, squeezing him tight on the inside. “Bruce, Kris, and Colton should be on their way in less than twenty-four hours,” he replied with his back to his men. “Smitty and Paul, not long after. I’ll follow when I can.”
“And then onward to the point of no return?”
Michael continued walking. “That’s the plan.”
He couldn’t even look them in the eye. Jamison grappled with the information. Those two men were individuals who served his dark deeds, and Michael Sinclair couldn’t even look them in the eye as they left.
She thumped him again, and he finally glanced at her. “I said I’d explain, and I will.”
The words came out on an exhale, surprising her even more. He was tired. Michael Sinclair was tired, and squinting at him, she could see the lines of strain stamped upon his face.
But any exhaustion that had been there was erased as they came to a stop. “Emmett, I told you that you didn’t need to station yourself outside the door.”
“I want to help,” Emmett whined. “I don’t want those freaks near Emily.”
“Just because Taylor said you could have her first doesn’t mean you’ll be the only one,” Michael informed him. “You need to accept that fact.”
Jamison tried to roll her head to see Emmett’s response but could only make out his hazy shape standing with the two women who were following them everywhere. More than the others, they were the most annoying. Silent and eerily still, Jamison wanted to scream at them to speak.
“Once she has me, she won’t want anyone else, and will get pregnant without a problem.”
Michael pressed his lips together before responding. “Yeah, that’s not how biology works, Emmett.”
“It will with me,” Emmett snapped. “Emily is meant to be mine.”
“Watch your fucking tone.”
Emmett’s head dropped, his gaze lowering to the floor. “Yes, sir.”
“I don’t have time to sit here and explain the female reproduction system to you, so get the fuck out of my way and go downstairs,” Michael spat out. “If you want to make yourself useful, see that Madison makes it to bed, and tell those assholes down there to turn the music off.”
“Yes, sir.” Emmett stalled, risking a glance at Michael. “But can I see her for a second?”
Michael’s lips curved. “You know what? That sounds like a plan. You go first.”
Shifting to the side, Michael let Bruce slide by as he joined them while Emmett unlocked the door.
“Juice kick in yet?” Michael asked Bruce under his breath.
Bruce shook his head. “Nope, and she’s loose. So is Emily.”
