Page 76 of Unraveling an Enigma
Nick sits across from me. His knee bobs up and down in a nervous twitch.
My brow cocks. “Why the fuck didn’t you read the documents your lawyer gave you?” I ask.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, his tone exposing his bewilderment.
My jaw tenses as my eyes narrow into thin slits. I grab the original envelope from Nick’s lawyer and throw it at his chest. His confused eyes dart from glaring at me to the envelope.
“She told me everything I needed to know—”
“No, she fucking didn’t,” I interrupt, propping my hip on the desk.
When he continues to stare at me in confusion, I snatch the envelope out of his hand and pull out the documents inside. I flick through the pages until I reach the page Isabelle displayed to me at the motel. Glaring at Nick, I shove the report into his chest.
“Read it,” I instruct, my tone flat.
Nick’s eyes drop to roam over the document. “She was never pregnant?” His eyes shift left and right as he absorbs the information in front of him.
“She is a fucking virgin.”
Nick stares at me. Disbelief is etched all over his pale face.
“When the gynecologist did a scan and didn’t find a fetus, he did a little more research. Her hymen was still intact. You went and got yourself a fucking psycho,” I growl, my angry voice bouncing around my office.
“She has been in and out of psychiatric wards for the past year. She fled a few months ago after knocking the orderly out cold.”
Nick’s face goes white before he jumps out of the chair to pace back and forth in my office. He scrubs his hand over the top of his hair. “I fucking knew she wasn’t quite right,” he mumbles under his breath.
He continues pacing while muttering obscenities under his breath. His gaze lifts to me at the same time my outdated cell phone shrills on my desk. I answer it while gathering photos out of my drawer. After pressing my cell to my ear, I hand the photos to Nick.
“Yes,” I snap into the phone.
“She is staying in a rundown motel on the outskirts of town,” Hunter informs me.
“Get one of my men to that motel immediately,” I respond, my heart rate kicking up a gear.
Hunter coughs. “What do you want him to do once he gets there?”
My eyes shift to the photo of Isabelle I just placed on my desk. Several seconds pass in silence as I ponder what Isabelle said in my town car when we first arrived at Megan’s family residence. I want to be the man she believes I am, but I also need to protect the people I love.
“Tell him to await further instructions,” I advise, hoping it will bide me some time to properly assess the situation, so careless mistakes aren’t made.
“Okay.” Hunter disconnects our call.
Heaving echoes through my office when I place my cell phone into my pants pocket. The sickening graphic photos of how to complete an illegal caesarean were obviously too much for Nick’s stomach to handle. His pale, sweat-drenched face lifts from the waste bin to me as he wipes away the remnants of vomit from his bottom lip with the sleeve of his shirt.
“How are you taking care of this?” His voice is hoarse from being sick. His eyes stare into mine, begging for me to ensure Megan will never have the chance to get close to him or his family again.
My eyes lock with his. “You don’t want to know.”And neither do I.
Nick eyes me curiously as he nods. When I help him off the floor by the crook of his elbow, he is unsteady on his feet, and his face is ashen.
I stiffen when he mutters, “She could have killed them both.”
My eyes seek his gaze, demanding further information.
His throat works hard to swallow. “We found out today that Jenni ingested an abortion drug. That is why she bled out during delivery. It made her placenta erupt. . . or something like that.”
Fury overwhelms me. “Jesus Christ.”
