“I can’t believe Kait would do this,” Damon mutters, his eyes on the floor. “I never would have suspected her, not in a million years.”
I gently rub his back and give him a chance to process everything we just dropped on him.
“Why would he open those companies under my name?” Damon asks, his voice hollow.
“Probably to confuse the fuck out of anyone looking into things,” Jace says. “It’s like when you plug an extension cord into itself. The current just keeps going in a circle, the same as the information on the companies would keep circling back on itself. The hits were taken out on you, but the evidence leads back to you. No matter which direction we looked, all roads led back to you.”
“X marks the spot,” I mutter to myself, remembering what Jace told me when we found Damon’s original birth certificate.
There’s a collective ping as a bunch of phone notifications go off at the same time.
Jax, Jace, Killian, and I all pull our phones out, and I see an alert from one of Jax’s programs on my screen.
“Looks like your gig is clean,” I tell him, scanning the info in the alert. “Jax was able to track the owner of the company down, and he’s well known for these types of pop-up events.”
“Well, that’s good news at least,” Damon says as he rests his head on my shoulder. “I honestly didn’t think Michael knew about my music, but he has to if he got those guys to kidnap me from my gig. My sisters know, obviously, but I asked them not to tell Kait, and I can’t see them going against their word. And they’d never tell him.”
“Why didn’t you want her to know?” Felix asks. “Did you have a feeling you couldn’t trust her before all of this?”
Damon pulls his head off my shoulder but doesn’t move away from me. “It wasn’t so much that I didn’t trust her, I just figured the fewer people who know, the less chance of my father finding out, or my real identity getting out.”
“So, what are we going to do about this?” Jax asks. “Do you want us to take care of it?”
“What do you mean by take care of it, exactly?” Damon looks between the twins and Killian.
“We’ll make the asshole pay before we kill him,” Jax says, his tone casual like he’s telling us the weather forecast. “And if your stepmother is involved, we’ll do the same to her."
“What about my sisters?—"
“Your sisters are safe,” Jace assures him. “We’re monsters, but we have rules. Kids are always off limits, no matter what.”
Damon flushes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply?—”
“Don’t even worry about it,” Jace says with a dismissive wave. “Like I said, we’re monsters. Of course your mind went there.”
“Is that how you want us to handle things?” Jax asks. “That way you don’t have to be involved, and it’ll give you plausible deniability.”
“What’s my other option?”
“We’ll make the asshole pay before we kill him, and if your stepmother is involved, we’ll do the same to her,” Jace repeats. “Only difference is you’re there too, and you can be as involved as you want to be.”
“I need to be there,” he says, not skipping a beat.
Both twins turn their attention to their phones, and I give Damon’s thigh a gentle squeeze.
He covers my hand with his and holds on tight.
“It’s almost over.” Felix gives Damon a reassuring smile. “And if anyone can get answers for you, it’s these guys.”
Damon smiles back, and I can almost feel the tension melting off him.
Felix isn’t like my cousins and me. He’s a good person who radiates warmth and knows how to connect with people. I’m glad he’s able to help Damon and be an extra source of support for him right now.
“I still haven’t been able to access the future dead man’s calendar, but I’ve been tracking his car for the past few hours, and he’s definitely in town,” Jace says, looking up from his phone. “What do you say we cut whatever classes we have left today and go pay him and your stepmother a visit?”
“The plane can be at the airport in about two hours,” Jax says, his eyes on his phone.
“Want to handle this now?” Jace asks Damon. “Or do you want to wait for the dust to settle first?”
