The Devil And His Mistake (18+)

Part Fourteen

  He was looking at me, but he was talking to himself, talking himself through his theory. "Your fiancées mother is quite wealthy if I do recall?" He questions. 

  I shake my head, a slow and controlled shake. "She would've said something," I say, but I wasn't certain that it was true. 

  "Or maybe she doesn't care?" Liam wondered out loud. 

The police, the public, this kidnapping was all over the fucking news. I'd seen her being interviewed, crying her bloody eyes out, but it had happened before. Parents faking their love and their care. After all, her mother knew about what her daughter had been through when she was younger. She lacked sympathy for that, never mind this. 

  Before I decide to pay her a visit. I need to hear him say what he thought the second lead is. "And the second lead?" I stare straight at Adam. 

   His face falls into something of understanding, a gentle wariness in his eyes. "Ryan," He states, simply. I knew it was coming. My brother had been acting strange lately and I'd told myself that he wouldn't do something like this. 

  But, now, now I wasn't so sure. 

 I look toward A and Fran, "You both go with Alex and find my brother, I want to talk to him," I ordered and before I could move onto my next sentence, the three had turned and left my office. "You're coming with me," I rose to my feet. 

  Liam and Adam exchanged looks. "To the mother?" Adam was the one to ask. 

  I shook my head. "No," I muttered, glancing down at a picture of Lillie on my desk. My heart ached at the sight. "The father," I concluded. 

Chapter Thirty-Two

Wayne

    The building was fucking massive, it was a mansion in the middle of nowhere. Chris had lived on an island in the middle of nowhere for over twenty years, but had made his way back to England when hearing about Lillie's kidnapping. I respected him for that, just as much as I hated him for killing my parents. 

  Two men stood out front of the mansion doors. Hands at their sides. Soldiers. By the age of the pair, they were veterans many years ago, hired by Christopher as protection guards. "Good Evening Gentleman," I spoke to them, loud and clear as we approached the large steps. 

  One of the men went to their waistband where I knew a gun would be hidden. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Liam purred  from beside me, I could hear the smirk in his voice. Brett's men were fucking suicidal. "Adam has a really bad phobia of them, don't you?", Liam glanced across from me toward Adam who was already smirking with amusement when I shot a look his way. 

   What are these idiots doing? 

  "He doesn't like guns?" One of the men replied from the top of the stairs, his tone heavy with confusion. 

  Liam placed a hand on his heart, feigning hurt. "Penis'," He corrects with a serious tone. I choked on a laugh. "Guns? We're fine with guns, aren't we?," Liam looked back towards Adam. I kept my eyes on the two guards, who were equally as confused as I were.