Page 23 of Encircled in Darkness
“Your drink is in the fridge.” Devlin made a disgusted face, his fingers flying over the keys as he searched through cameras near her house.
The large monitor on the wall had all the screens from her house up and I could see she was still peacefully sleeping. Exhaling, I went to the kitchen and found my mean green shake in the fridge. I had grown used to having one every day for energy, and even though Devlin hated the way they smelled, it was nice he thought enough to make me one.
It was probably Elise who made it, but I wasn’t going to be picky.
I drank my shake, the bitter greens a fitting taste for my foul mood. Standing behind Devlin, I watched as he began the arduous task of tapping business cameras. Using the back door we had created when Callahan Security went online a few years ago, he could bring up over three dozen cameras from the area surrounding her house. He moved Amaya’s monitoring to a monitor on the side wall and brought the first business online.
“Who exactly are we looking for?” Devlin asked, and I tossed the empty cup in the trash.
“That’s the question, isn’t it? From everything I know about her, there isn’t anyone who would want to hurt her. I told you about her sister’s condition and her mother disappeared when she was ten.” I reasoned and grabbed my laptop from the charging station.
“Do we know anything about who her father is?” Skid asked and I shook my head.
“Get a DNA sample and run it through the database. We need to figure out who her father is, and we need to track down her mother.” Devlin reasoned and looked at me with appraising eyes.
Opening my computer, I tapped into the third monitor on the back wall and started digging into her mother while Devlin and Skid kept going through the cameras from her house. There were eleven different days they had found so far, and I blew out a breath, realizing there was more to this than just a random intruder.
The typing ceased and only the low hum of the servers was audible in the room. Looking up from my computer, I saw Devlin staring at the screen behind me with a tick in his jaw and Skid’s eyes were wide. Turning, I found what had my brother so pissed and I jumped from the chair, my computer falling to the floor with a thud.
Thankful for a shock proof tactical computer, I walked directly in front of the large screen and was face to face with a dead man from the past. The jagged scar on his face and beady eyes could only belong to one person.
Cole Rollins.
Marco’s younger brother. Devlin and I left him to die in an explosion in the Flats when we were both teenagers. For him to be here now, lurking around Amaya, meant this was personal to us. I had set the building to blow under Marco’s orders and had lured him there to kill him. When he realized what my plan was, we fought hard.
I was still growing, and he had me by at least twenty pounds. He was getting the upper hand on me, and I was afraid he was going to kill me before I could carry out his brother’s need to destroy anyone who threatened his empire. Devlin appeared and managed to cut him across the face, filleting his cheek to the bone. He wailed into the empty warehouse and together we overpowered him.
We left him bleeding on the floor and ran from the building. I pressed the detonator just as we cleared the building and felt the explosion at our backs, the heat and debris flying in every direction. Retreating to a safe distance, we watched to make sure he didn’t run out and when we thought enough time had passed, we crept through the alleys and back to Marco.
“He’s been following me. That bastard’s using Marco’s old tricks and somehow found out about Amaya.” I looked at Devlin and he stepped back from his computer.
Looking up to the ceiling, he picked up his phone from the table and dialed his wife, Elise, my sister. After he verified she was at home, safely growing their baby, he hung up. She promised to stay there and even though she was two floors above us, safe and secure, I could see the rage pouring from him.
After she was kidnapped a few years ago by her adoptive uncle, Devlin had been overly protective of hislamb. Chuck, Elise’s adoptive father, had taught her tactical self-defense and when the time came to choose, Elise killed Cameron and saved Devlin in the process. They had a weirdly stalkerish relationship that worked for them.
Twenty years of protecting and loving her made Devlin a loose cannon when she was in danger. I had only known of Amaya for seven months, but my feelings for her were deeper than any connection I had ever experienced.
Having her in my arms, feeling her perfect pussy wrap around my cock as she found euphoria was the single best moment of my life so far. I needed to find out why Cole had come back from the dead and why he was watching Amaya. Only then could I kill him and send him to hell with his sick fucking brother.
