Page 88 of Twisted Bonds
As soon as the other end picks up, I rattle off my order, "Fuel up the chopper and be here in thirty minutes."
"Bain…" Chloe grabs my elbow when I hang up and start to walk from the room.
Spinning on her, I try holding my annoyance in as I say, "Not now, Chloe; I need to go shower."
I text Beau telling him to meet me in my office pronto. Every step I take, I pray this isn't some sick joke, but something tells me this is the real deal. I figure I had better inform Beau so he can get himself ready to fly out with me.
Beau is passing through the front foyer when I come down the steps, so he stops, placing his hands on his hips and raising his brow in question. "So, what's got your panties in a bunch, Dad?"
I can't contain the smile spreading over my face. "Go get yourself ready, Son. We are going to get our girl."
If there was a landing strip on the side of the cliff, I would have brought the jet—it's faster. Unfortunately, the cabin's location—nestled at the base of some cliffs and surrounded by a large lake—doesn't leave room for such a thing. The chopper was the next best solution. It makes no difference because I'd still be a wreck until we arrived.
No sooner does the chopper land on a patch of grass; Beau and I are jumping from it and running to the cabin. However, just as we reach the small porch, we stop dead in our tracks when none other than Sergio fucking D'Angelo steps outside, closing the door behind him. He places himself between us and the door, blocking us from going to Ryan—if she's even inside.
"You son of a bitch!" Beau growls and goes at the fucker, but I grab him by the shirt, yanking him back.
"Calm down, Huntley. I have something to say before letting you see her." There is something different about Sergio as he states this; it piques my interest, but not enough to keep me fromher.
"Let us see her, and then you can explain," I tell him.
He only shakes his head. "No, you need to hear me out first."
"There's nothing that we want to hear from you! What the fuck, D'Angelo—how the hell did you get out of that prison anyway?" Beau seethes.
The motherfucker chuckles. "First off," he begins, "There has already been an inmate who escaped that prison, so is it really all that surprising? Secondly," he says, pausing as he looks back and forth between Beau and I, "I'm not who you think I am."
Beau and I scoff simultaneously, "What game are you playing, Sergio?"
"I am not Sergio," he states as he shrugs.
"What?" It's all I can muster after this little tidbit of news, and I'm confused as hell.
"I am Xavier Monroe. I was raised by our father, while Sergio was raised by our mother and D'Angelo. Our mother had an affair. Apparently, she didn't get caught the first time." His explanation is only confusing me more.
"Wait a minute. You're telling me that there are two of you fuckers?" Beau asks in disbelief.
"No, there is one fucker—Sergio. I am nothing like my twin. That's why I infiltrated the D'Angelo Stronghold. I was working with Agent Castor and his team, trying to take down the trafficking ring my brother was a part of."
"So, you're an agent?" I ask.
"No. They asked me for help when I came to them with a friend of mine whose sister had been taken. They brought me in to help; I was happy to oblige. It took a while because I needed to have every little detail down." Xavier looks at his arms with all the tattoos littering his body.
"How long were you inside?" I question. I've got so many thoughts running through my head, but this question comes out first.
"We nabbed my brother about seven months after poppet came to be there," he explains.
"Her name is Ryan!" Beau grinds out through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, the name grew on me, and so did she. I apologize that I couldn't stop much of what happened to her there. I had to keep up my appearance, but I'm not sorry for my time with her. Ryan is an amazing woman…"
Once again, I have to stop my hot-headed son from going after the guy. "Just stop and fucking hear him out! We need to know everything, Beau."
Xavier nods his thanks, but I mostly did it because I know my son wouldn't be the one to come out the winner if he went toe-to-toe with this guy. I understand his impatience and his anger, I really do, but one of us needs to keep our wits about us, and we both know it won't be my son. Taking in the tattooed guy, his identical look to Sergio is uncanny.
"As I said, Ryan is an amazing woman,butI knew where her heart was." He looks at my son briefly before saying, "I knew I had to let her go."
"That's why you didn't end up shot during the scene at the Manor," I say in a loud whisper. "Not one agent pointed a gun at you."
