Page 100 of Unspoken Lies

“Ignacio is too damn gorgeous for his own good,” Jared says, as if reading my mind. “The pool is cold enough that it helps when I get too overheated. Otherwise, don’t be surprised if I end up dragging you or Elijah off to fuck.”

A startled laugh escapes me, and I shake my head. I haven’t felt much like laughing lately, but this feels good.

“It’s really unfair,” I complain. “I need to talk to Rachelle, and I’m not looking forward to it.”

“You’re her personal trainer and torturer, of course you’re not,” Jared says knowingly.

“You get to play the sweet husband, it’s not fair,” I groan.

“Even still, she’s a brat to me,” Jared mutters. “Rachelle is working on some things for her online classes. I think she’s already feeling stir crazy. If she doesn’t get her body moving, she won’t recover her muscle mass, Theo. You’re the best person to piss her off enough to do it.”

“I’m so glad that I can be of service in this way,” I mutter. “Ugh. Let’s see what she’s made of. She’s been a sassy little thing I noticed.”

“Isn’t it great?” Liliana asks behind me, flicking the back of my head before she sits next to me. “You better hurry up if you’re going to do your thing. I just saw her head nodding.”

While Rachelle is restless, her energy is still shit. She’s mostly stuck to protein smoothies while her throat heals and her stomach has been extra sensitive too.

“Did the bomb threat get called in yet?” I ask, wanting to do something that’ll make me feel better.

“Elijah placed them all on his last day,” Jared reminds me. “We decided that you can have that honor.”

There’s been a lot of behind the scenes shit going on, and getting federal agents to get their ducks in a row has been exceedingly frustrating. Today is finally the day things will go boom, and I fist pump the air in a rare moment of excitement.

“Fuck yeah!” I yell, enjoying their grins as I get up and pull out my phone. One of the reasons for the bomb threat is that the Oxnard Facility for Mental Health’s employees refuse to open their doors for anyone who appears to be a government official.

We managed to find the nurse Rachelle killed, and pointed the FBI in that direction after receiving confirmation that she would never face charges. The nurse clearly was at fault for hurting Rachelle first. The FBI doesn’t even have Rachel Thompson Denton’s name, as they are working from conjecture and the files Elijah sent to our lawyers.

It’s been a complicated road, but at the end of the day what matters is I also get to blow up a building. I mean, justice will be served, just not in the way most people would go about it.

I have the facility’s number on speed dial and my number is blocked so they won’t be able to find me.

“Hello, this is the Oxnard Facility for Mental Health. How may I assist you?” a woman asks. Jared told me often how awful this woman was, and I curl my lip in disgust.

Liliana and Jared watch from the ground as I speak, though Jared shoots a text to Elijah to tell him to come outside. We promised that no matter who made the call, we’d be together. I find myself wishing Ignacio was here as well, but smile as Elijah comes outside with him.

Putting my finger to my lips, I hit the speaker button so they can hear her as well.

“Hello, is there anyone there?”

Fuck me, the twunt is impatient.

“Yes, did you know your building is currently wired to explode in the next fifteen minutes?” I ask her. “This is not a game, and I am not joking. Get everyone out. Tick tock, bitch.”

“Wait. We have people who can’t leave,”she says urgently.

Lie, Elijah mouths, shaking his head. The only patient who was hooked up to a feeding tube in the entire facility was Rachelle. While we’ve been putting our plans into place and the facility had Elijah floating all over, he was also checking medical files at the nurses stations.

If anyone would know if this woman is lying, it's him.

“That’s cute,” I growl. My voice is deeper and darker than my usual. Even if she’s attempting to record it, it’ll not do her a lick of good. “Ta-ta. Best get moving. The authorities are on their way to watch the fireworks.”

“Wait!”she screams, but I’ve already hung up.

Setting an alarm for seventeen minutes just to play fair, I glance up at my audience.

“I love how you don’t fuck around,” Ignacio says with a smirk. “It’s shit or get off the pot.”

“Everyone should be this way,” I say with a shrug. “The world would move so much faster. Now, I have a girl to torture, ah, coach.”