Page 68 of Web of Lies
“Fucking Hadley Lacey. Dirty bitch thinks she owns us or something,” he grumbles again, but I shake my head.
“Fucking Omega,” I say, going back to her words when she beat my ass. She’s a part of that fucked up group.
“Omega?” Zepp asks, finally setting me back onto my feet.
I shake my head and assume Zepp’s position of pacing the floor. “You asked me earlier what I did with Carter’s phone?”
“You mirrored it,” Zepp says, watching me with a close eye. “Yeah—” A knowing light sparks life in his eyes. “You can see everything he says?” he asks breathlessly.
“Everything.” I confirm with a nod. “Every text, every email, every number that calls him. It all comes through to my computer.”
“Okay, so you are both some weird fucking computer geniuses, cool, cool. But you—uh — care to explain to the fucking simpleton over here, what the fuck are you talking about?” Seger asks again, breaking through my rampant thoughts.
I stop pacing and face Seger. “I can see everything Carter does on his phone. It’s linked to my computer. When I stole his phone, I hacked into it, creating a link to my computer in real-time.”
Seger nods. “You gonna marry her?” he asks Zepp through a smile, pointing a finger towards me. “Because uh… she’s like your perfect fucking match. Computer nerds and all.” Zepp snorts, wiping a hand across his lips.
“I’m not the marrying type,” I say without thinking, courtesy of my racing mind.
“So, what did you find?” Zepp asks after sharing a weird look with his brother. Seger takes out his phone, ignoring our conversation, and types something out with quick fingers.
“They—they have weird names. They’re like… a cult or something. There are seven of them, but I don’t know who they are. They pull the strings,” I whisper, praying to God these two aren’t a part of this fucked up cult of weirdos demanding my blood.
“What do they call themselves?” Zepp asks with furrowed brows.
I lick my lips, debating on how to put all their names without it sounding crazy. But hell—it is crazy. “Alpha, Omega, Beta, and Delta. There are a few more names, but they’re odd—” Yeah, so not saying Pantylicker and Slug-eater out loud. No thanks. “But that’s not the weirdest part,” I say, twisting my fingers together.
“Fucking what?” Seger asks with raised brows. “There’s more weird shit?” he asks, running fingers through his hair. Zepp waves a hand for me to continue.
“I traced all their names,” I say, tilting my head as Zepp’s eyes go wide.
“You need to fucking marry her now,” Seger quips. “Or I will. I need a genius on my side every once in a while.” He snorts as Zepp glares daggers into him.
“Were you able to trace them to anyone in particular?” Zepp asks through a calm tone, despite the ocean crashing in his dark green eyes. Anticipation vibrates through his twitching fingers, as his body leans forward, begging for answers.
“Just one name,” I whisper. “Every name goes back to the name: The Apocalypse.” I swear you could hear a pin drop in the middle of the room.
“Well, that’s just fucking great, now, isn’t it? They sound like a fucking weird-ass cult! And it all goes back to the Apocalypse, that’s cool, cool. You know what? I need a fucking drink.” Seger groans as he walks toward the kitchen.
Zepp sighs, eyeing Seger’s movements. “It’s too early, Seg, you can’t—”
Seger holds up a finger, eyes narrowing in on his duplicate. “I just learned we’re being blackmailed by a weird-ass cult probably headed up by ‘ole fucking Cruel. I deserve a drink,” he says but stops his movements, looking back at me.
“Wait the fuck up,” he says, stepping away from the open cabinet. “You said your friend was murdered…. here?” he asks, pointing a finger toward the ground. Anger sparks in his narrowing eyes and his nostrils flare.
Stupid. Stupid. Big mouth. Someone should tape mine shut and NEVER allow me to speak again.
I nod. “Yeah,” I say, licking my cracked lips. “They made it look like a suicide.”
“No, no. no,” Zepp says, shaking his head. The color drains from his face and neck as he takes a step back. “God no… don’t tell me—”
“For a fucking genius, you sure got yourself knee deep in some bullshit,” Seger says, stalking towards me with malicious intent, momentarily forgetting his mission to get booze. Go back to the booze, big man! Don’t come after me like that. “Tell me her goddamn name, Kaycee, so that I can spank your ass,” he growls at me, placing his hands on my shoulders, a fire burns deep in the pits of his eyes.Shit—he’s a demon! I’m so fucked.
I frown. “I’m not an idiot. Someone hurt her repeatedly, and no one did anything to stop it!” I shout in his face as redness blossoms on his cheeks. His fists clench tight, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm, coating his tips on bright red blood.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zepp says calmly. “We protected her every step of the way.” As he speaks, his voice slowly escalates.
“Until they used your sex tape against you, right? Then you bailed on her? Where were you when they tried to drown her the first time? Where were you when they tied her up on the football field? Where were you when they mocked her and ridiculed her? Where were you all?!” My throat screams in a searing pain, burning from the fury escaping through my voice. My body shakes as heat encases me, sweat forming on every inch of my skin.
