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I’m the target.
I feel bile rise in my throat and gasp, a hand flying to my mouth. Atlas instantly becomes alert, nearly bolting upright from his chair.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“Addie!” I all but sob. “She’s coming back tomorrow!”
Atlas fished his phone out of his pocket before making a quick call and placing it on speaker.
“What?” a deep, agitated tone asks from the other end.
“Addison is on the move tomorrow from New York,” Atlas says. “Can you intercept her, Rowan?”
There’s a deep sigh from the other end before the man answers. “Yes, but you owe me.”
“Thank you!” I call out before the man can hang up.
“Loxley?” Rowan asks. “How are you feeling? Need me to come knock some sense into my brother?”
Atlas rolls his eyes and my lips twitch.
“No,” I answer. “I’m fine. Shaken up and angry, but otherwise I’m okay. Thank you again for helping.”
“It’s no trouble,” he responds. “I’ll let you know once we get back to Ohio.”
He says a quick goodbye and I feel myself relax, knowing Addie will be in safe hands. The last thing I want is for her to end up at my apartment and get attacked by the guys hunting me.
“Your brother seems nice,” I say, trying to break the tension a little.
He grunts. “Wait till you meet Thalia. She’s been dying to see you.”
Thalia.
Beautiful symmetrical features, pale blue eyes, and long black hair flash through my mind.
“She was at the grand opening.”
Atlas looks up, giving me a coy smile. “Yeah. We all were…”
My mouth falls open. “Why didn’t you say anything?! You’ve been stalking me for years!”
He looks crestfallen as he looks over at my graduation picture in the hallway, a deep longing in his eyes. “I couldn’t. Not with my dad over the syndicate. He would have found out about you and used you to control me. I had to set you free until…” he stops talking as he rubs a hand across his mouth.
“Until what?” I ask cautiously.
His eyes connect with mine, and the air around us goes deathly still. “Until I could kill him.”
Chapter Thirty
Atlas
The human mind can only withstand so much before it begins to shut down. Only, Loxley’s didn’t shut down, as I told her everything from the very beginning. Her anger with me only seemed to grow because instead of shutting down like a normal person would, she grew so furious with me for not trusting her with this information until the time was right.
She’s so fucking strong and resilient, my girl. She doesn’t even bat an eye when I tell her about my life and my kills. She just listens, giving me the floor as she processes everything. And I let my guts spill. I tell her about following her, getting rid of her boyfriends and Chance. She gets angry about that one until I explain what he did in his past and that seems to quiet her ire a little, but she doesn’t forgive me. Not yet.
I know I’m in deep shit and she needs a break. But as I slide the piece ofgovernmentpaper across the table, her eye twitches.
Get it all out now and grovel later.
