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I stared at Atlas at the same time Storm said, "What the fuck?”
Jones continued. "You can stop pretending now. You and Jayden Lang there. You've done a commendable job infiltrating these… people. I need you back with me now."
"First our intelligence, now our humanity," Frost grumbled. "This asshole really knows how to insult people." He held his own gun loosely in his hand. Ready, but not entirely certain which direction to aim it. He clearly didn't want to accept that Atlas was working for Jones, any more than I did. It made no sense, but at the same time it made too much sense.
My heart was cracking right down the middle. Atlas and Jay used all of us. Right from the start, everything they said was a lie. To think I trusted them, gave myself to them. Right now, I wanted to throw up on their shoes. Or shoot them both in the head.
"Not insulting, just stating facts," Jones said, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil in my mind.
"Thanks, boss." Atlas lowered the gun.
Jay looked over at him sharply, but didn't protest.
"I might even reconsider sharing Chelsea,” Jones said smoothly. “She seems to like both of you."
My stomach turned harder.
Frost looked white as a sheet. He stared at Jay and Atlas like he'd never seen either of them before. He didn't even try to hide his hurt. They might as well rip his heart out and stomp all over it.
If that was a lie, what else was? I was starting to question everything I thought I knew.
Atlas glanced over at Jay and nodded. "It’s about time. I'm sick of pretending to like these dickheads." He stepped away from us and turned to aim his gun at Storm's face.
After a moment, Jay followed him.
"What the fuck?" Frost gaped at them. "You can't be fucking serious?"
Jay looked pained, but Atlas turned his gaze to me and jerked his head towards Jones' car. "Let's go."
"No," Dallas groaned. "Please."
"He could be useful, boss," Atlas said over his shoulder. "He was the one who killed India."
"Bring him then," Jones said after a few moments of contemplation.
Dallas looked from me to Storm, to Atlas and back to me. "Wherever she goes, I go."
"You fucking suck," Frost told him. He was starting to look defeated. His shoulders slumped, gun still hanging from his fingers.
Storm shook his head. "This isn't happening."
"It's happening," Atlas told him. "Chelsea." His face was a mask, cold and expressionless. He barely looked like the man I knew. Thought I knew. This man was a complete stranger. Worse than a stranger. He was the enemy. He had been all along. What else had he done to us? What had Jay done to us?
I didn’t want to look at either of them. All this time, they'd been working for the other side, pretending to be with us? Pretending to care about me? Had I really been that stupid? Yes, apparently I had. Stupid, blind and in love with someone who didn't give a shit about me.
My heart ached like hell. I clung on to Dallas while I stepped over to the car and slipped into the back seat.
Dallas crowded in beside me, sitting as close as he could. Jay sat on the other side, keeping a safer distance.
I glanced out the window at Frost's devastated face, as he stood between Ramsey and Storm, Max Stanley behind them, watching us drive away.
Chapter Six
Ramsey
"That was bullshit."Storm lowered his gun, but looked like he was ready to shoot the next person or thing that pissed him off.
Frost shook his head. He looked completely bewildered. "What the hell happened? Why would they do that us?"
