Page 51 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
I almost go to tug her toward me, wondering why she’s walking around by herself instead of in the safety of the bridal room … but then I realize that it fucking isn’t her.
That’s not Sloane.
I’m obsessed with the woman. I know her every mannerism and I stay up a lot of nights just staring at her. It’s completely creepy. I also can’t help it, I’ve never loved a woman like I love Sloane and never will. She’s unique and one hundred percent the woman I want to be with forever. So when I tell you this isn’t her? You better fucking believe it isn’t.
“Sloane?” I test the water.
When the woman turns I’m taken aback by how fucking similar they look. I mean everything is off about the woman and I don’t find myself getting hard just by her damn presence, but … damn it’s sort of fucking creepy how much they look alike. The woman’s green eyes, clearly contacts and not nearly as unique as my girl’s unique shade of jade green, widen as if she didn’t expect to see anyone. As if she’s been hiding.
What the hell is going on here?
I look back toward the others hoping that I’m just going crazy. Hoping that maybe she’ll appear and this is some weird bridesmaid that we didn’t expect.
But no. She isn’t there.
So where the fuck is our girl?
* * *
Blaine
“You’re feeling sick?” I ask my mother. Her skin has a slight sheen to it and she’s shaking. I don’t doubt that she feels sick, that was never a question in my goddamn mind. But it’s very unusual for my mom to act like this … unless she feels guilty. Yeah. Something is fucking wrong here.
“Yes.” She smiles stiffly, her shoulders set uncomfortably as if she is trying to not pass out. “Your sweet girlfriend went out of her way to go back to the mainland and find me some medicine.”
I mean don’t get me wrong, I don’t doubt for a second that she would do something like that. Sloane is sweet to her core. Kaden makes a worried noise as his watch beeps alerting him to something clearly important.Isn’t that the trackers we have on the mics?
Instantly, I feel stupid knowing we could contact her on the mic.
River shakes his head and the blood drains from my face. What the hell? We can’t reach her by that either?
“It sounds like it’s been fucking damaged,” Kaden snarls, tapping his ear slightly not giving a fuck about who heard.
Royce appears out of goddamn nowhere. “I just ran into a fucking doppelgänger of our girl. Something is wrong—what?” His sharp demand dies in his throat because of the look that we’re offering him.
“Her tracker is working but it won’t connect to audio,” Kaden says, his voice thick with evident concern.
“I promise she went to get medicin—” I pull my mother’s arm with enough force that she keeps moving until we’re out of the main salon and we near a cabin. I can hear the others behind me so I don’t shut the door as we enter into a guest suite, my mom sitting looking like she literally is about to pass the hell out.
I have more important things to worry about though. Where the hell is our girl?
Women who look similar to Sloane? Her mic going off and her tracker showing her off the boat? My mom acting super fucking weird? Yeah, there’s fucking trouble in the water.
“Blaine,” my mother complains, “what the hell is the meaning of this?”
I crouch down so I’m at eye-level with her. “Where the fuck is she?”
“Do we have a direct location?” I hear River ask hopefully.
“She keeps moving but she should be on a tender, this is moving way too fucking fast for one of those,” Kaden mutters. My brother is shaking with tension as I look back at my mom, her guilt becoming more and more apparent.
“Where?” I shake her arm to get her attention from where she’s been staring at the floor.
“I don’t know,” she admits, her eyes welling with tears. “You don’t understand, honey. He had a gun, I was getting ready and he came in and he was holding it, threatening to shoot me—he said he had a gunman trained on you if I didn’t agree. I didn’t want you to get hurt honey, I finally got you back and then Sloane came in, almost as if it was meant to be, I mean he had made me call for her … but Blaine, please don’t hate me—”
Oh, I do.
“Who?” Royce growls.
