Chapter 48

Dean

Aleck and I left the apartment at midnight after making sure Chris didn’t know. We left Andrew and Mal in the apartment. We didn’t need security with us. We took the pickup truck. We always had a vehicle that would seem normal enough. We ditched the suit and tie for hoodies and jeans, something we haven’t worn in years. We were thirty minutes into the drive when Mac called.

***ALECK: What do you have for us, Mac?***
***MAC: We got a lot. We have him bound, gagged, and out cold. Boss, he has pictures of the Mrs. all over his place.***

***DEAN: Bring it all, make sure no one sees, and remember not to leave any traces.***
***MAC: On it, boss. We’ll be at the meeting point in thirty minutes.***

***ALECK: Good, has Leo made contact with you?***

Just then my phone started ringing. I nodded to Aleck to answer it.

***ALECK: What do you have, Leo?***
***LEO: Boss. We have him, but, fuck, he was preparing for something big.***

***DEAN: What do you mean?***

***LEO: Boss, he has a huge fucking box, a crate that has been padded; he could fit a human in here. If anyone was in there, no matter how much they screamed, they wouldn’t be heard. There are air vents for air; there’s also horse tranquilizer, food, and medical supplies that would last about a year.***

***ALECK: He was going to kidnap her.***
***DEAN: Nate, Dan, and Jasper will bring him down. Knock his ass out with the same tranquilizer.***

***ALECK: Find some way and get that crate over with him. When you get back to her, wait for my call.***
***LEO: You got it, boss.***

They ended the call, and we continued driving. “What the fuck would he have done to her if we didn’t create a fake identity for her? What would have happened to her if we didn’t figure it out in time?” Aleck said, and I knew what he meant. Aleck had badgered me into getting a Cessna Citation; X; why, I had no idea, but now it came in handy. Guess a private plane was worth the money after all.

“I can’t believe this fucker hid this shit all this time. If the real Chris was in Washington, then was Cameron the one with Nella? Who the fuck was with us on the island?” I asked him.
“We’re going to fucking find out,” he said.

When we pulled up to the location, it was one thirty in the morning. Mac was on the road waiting for us. We followed him for half a mile before he turned off onto a dirt road. We pulled up to a log cabin. The rest of the security details were here. We got out, and Mac came over.

“Chris is in there; he’s still out cold. He didn’t see us coming. Brian is wiping everything. Also, the box with everything concerning the Mrs. is in the vehicle. There’s something else,” Mac said, looking uncomfortable.

“What is it?” Aleck asked him.

“Well, Deigo told Brian about his computer setup because Deigo said he had never seen a setup like that, and a system like that was only used by hackers, so after we had him, we called Brian and showed him. Brian came down because he was a bit worried. We left him there going over the computer setup.”

“That’s fine.”
“Dan and Nate should be here in an hour with the other one,” he said. His phone started ringing.

***MAC: Brian.***
***BRIAN: You might want to call the bosses.***
***ALECK: We’re here.***

***BRIAN: Boss, he has pictures and videos of her, thousands upon thousands of videos. There are some from when she was younger, it seems like school years. Videos of her walking, working, just doing random stuff, and all the pictures are of her alone. They’ve been monitoring her every move. Umm, also intimate videos.***

I could feel myself getting angrier. This motherfucker.

***ALECK: Transfer it to a flash drive, and then delete it. Find if he uploaded it and where he uploaded it, and delete it all.***
***BRIAN: I already started a scan to find it wherever it is online. Umm, I need a handprint to unlock one of the computers.***

***DEAN: Oh, you’ll get it, left or right?***
***BRIAN: Both hands from both brothers, considering the shit these fuckers were doing.***
***ALECK: Good.***

Aleck

Who the fuck did we trust? Did we even really know our fucking friends? Dean was quiet, and that was not a good sign. I know my anger, but Dean’s is worse. When he’s like that, he has no fucking remorse. It was close to three in the morning when the three cars pulled up, and Dan, Jasper, and Nate got down.

“Boss. We got it,” Dan said.

“Alright boys, take them in. Tie them down and make sure their heads are covered,” I said. They nodded and pulled a body bag out of the trunk. I knew they wouldn’t kill him yet.

Layla

It was almost four in the morning when I heard the light tapping coming from my room. I pulled the curtain slightly and saw Leo smiling at me. I opened it, and he hurriedly got through the window.

“Everything is good. Let me clean up quickly, the boss said to wait for his call,” he said. I just nodded and headed back to the living room. Leo came back twenty minutes later.
“Everything okay?” I asked him.

“Yes, the bosses already have them.”
“What did you find in his apartment?” I asked because I knew they would find something. He started to look uncomfortable, and I knew they had found something bad.

“Mrs., I can tell you, but I would prefer if you heard it from the bosses,” he said.

“Okay. That’s fair,” I said, standing up and heading to the kitchen. I made a cup of coffee for us both, and we sat down quietly. It was four thirty when his phone began ringing, and he answered immediately.

***Leo: Boss? Okay. ETA? Okay.***

He ended the call and looked at me. “We’re going back to New York. The jet will be here at five. The bosses are waiting for you. Now I’m going to the police station and meeting the deputy. The story is the stalker has vanished. He knows we’re onto him, and both brothers disappeared. The deputy has all the details, and he will file a case against him. As of this minute, he’s going to be wanted, and you’ll be safer in New York.”

“Okay, I’ll go pack,” I said, heading to my room as he left.

I said goodbye to Michelle at five that morning. I gave her the keys to the house. I told her it was now hers, and she could do whatever she wanted with it. I promised her as soon as everything is settled, I’ll come back, or she can come for a visit.

At eight thirty, we landed in Washington, DC. I looked at Leo. “It’s half an hour to our destination. The jet will remain here,” he said.

“Okay.” I followed him out to the private hangar and got into the SUV. Mac was in the driver’s seat; so was Diego. I felt like shit now because I gave Deigo the slip.

“I’m sorry for worrying you and Marcella,” I said quietly.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Don’t worry about it,” he said casually.

We drove for what felt like an hour before we pulled up to a cabin on the end of a long dirt road. They were both standing outside. The minute the car stopped, Aleck came over and opened the door. “You okay, baby girl?” he asked, caressing my face.
“I’m okay, I promise.”

“Okay, let’s go,” he said, taking my hand and leading me towards the cabin. When we walked in, I stopped short. Chris and his brother were tied to chairs, and their heads were covered. Dean motioned for me to be quiet. He put me to stand behind them, and so were Mac and Diego. I guess they trusted Mac and Diego with what would be said.

Aleck

I pulled a chair, and so did Dean, and we sat facing them. I nodded at Mac and Deigo, and they pulled the sack off their heads. The minute they saw us, their eyes went wide. They tried to speak, but their mouths were taped up.

***DEAN: Chris and Cameron. You really had us fucking fooled.***
***ALECK: Imagine a twin brother that he never mentioned to his friends.***

***DEAN: What’s the matter? Do you want to say something? No, you had years to say something, but you didn’t. Now it’s our turn.***
***ALECK: What do you want to boast about how you raped her? How did you threaten her? How did you torment her?***

***DEAN: Don’t forget how he was planning to kidnap her. Oh, don’t be surprised that we know. You see, Samantha Russo was who we created just so we could have the police looking for you.***

***ALECK: It gave us enough time to get you two fuckers.***

I walked over and pulled the tape off their mouths. That’s when the cursing started.

***CAMERON: You fucking assholes.***