DOUBLE TROUBLE WITH THE TWIN WOLVES 8

C H A P T E R E I G H T - - - T I M

"Man, I'm going to be expecting to see you tomorrow. Bring the money in cash.”

As usual, the text was bland. Tim's expression stiffened as he tucked the phone into his pocket while feigning ignorance of it despite the fact that he was certain he would still be there. For the past two years, Blake Collins has been draining the life out of him in whatever way he could, like a large pus-filled wart on his life. The worst part was that Tim was unable to get rid of him. He was forced to repeatedly appease the man's never-ending desire for money and being a pain in Tim's ass rather than putting the son of a bitch out of his head once and for all.

"What did you say? Your phone is being destroyed by that chick from last week? Tim was certain the idiot would fall over when Tom asked, leaning back in his chair so far.

“Naw. Tim abruptly responded, turning on the TV, "It's nobody.

He flipped through the networks till he found a strange news program that was always broadcasting Laguna news. However, because they were temporarily holed up in Laguna, not much was actually happening. Even though it was the middle of the dang day, Mitch was probably out seeking for trouble while Jerome, their squad commander, was someplace else.

Jordan was busy pounding the heck out of the heavy bag as heard by the sounds emanating from one of the adjacent rooms in their large, yet nonetheless stuffy, leased apartment. Only Shaun was present, and he was reading on the couch in the living room. Everyone was utterly bored with, well, everything, with Tim being the noticeable exception. The special operations shifters were going crazy with impatience since they had been waiting in Laguna for a week for mission specifics that were supposed to arrive "any minute."

Tim, of course, was thinking about other things. For example, how to deal with the man who has been attempting to con him out of money for the past two years and, as usual, cannot think of anything other than murder. But he didn't dress that way.

He pondered wryly that the guy totally deserved it.

Shaun turned to gaze at Tim as he slouched in a chair and raised his legs up on the coffee table. The sharpshooter arched his brow and peered at Tim's face before turning to stare at his boots.

“What?” Tim yelled, bordering on a sneer.

Shaun paused for a moment before shrugging. "Nothing, dude. Just chill, okay?”

Tom reclined back once again and put an end to his constant fiddling with the timer. Before Tom ever said the question, Tim could feel it coming and knew it would irritate him beyond belief.

"Are you good , bro? ”

Tim spit, swinging his neck from side to side, "No, I'm not cool. We've been waiting for a week when I could have been working with other teams on other projects, and nothing's fucking happening. I can feel myself aging and deteriorating as we fucking wait." This is just absurd. It's Laguna, too. When wind and rain are all that exist.

Tom shrugged his shoulders and grinned. He said, returning to his fiddling, "And you say I'm high-strung.

Tim scowled as he glanced at his brother, "He must have a truck load of timers and triggers by now." precisely what put us in this predicament.

He became upset at having nothing to do. It has already been a pain for the last two years. Tim noticed himself becoming more and more angry with the world ever since Blake got in touch. The fact that he couldn't tell Tom about his difficulty since doing so would simply make it worsened the situation. So there he was, growing more angry, tense, and hostile every day, and The Firm wasn't even making advantage of his bad disposition? amazing as hell.

Truth be told, there was only one thing that could calm Tim, who was especially hot-tempered. His gut would tighten and his throat would get dry whenever he went back to the night he spent with Maddison and Tom in Ilocos, and by that he meant virtually on a regular basis. It didn't take long for him to know what had transpired that night because he is an Alpha shifter. He now found it hard to accept that they had allowed her to escape.

Ignoring the subject with Tom was so close to becoming a game. Tim could read his brother like a book, so if they passed someone on the street who even somewhat resembled Maddison, Tom would contort himself into a pretzel to make sure it wasn't her. For all his joking, Tim was very positive that neither he nor Tom had since then been with another lady.

They had found their mate. They then decided to release her. He was shocked at what utter ignorant fool they were.

Tim's stomach had sank as they had said their goodbyes and the crew had carried her into the large, black, unremarkable SUV. He was quite certain that his heart had been pounding more slowly ever since. He realized now that he ought to have accompanied her, no matter what. In a moment of weakness a few months ago, he had even attempted to learn her new identity, but to no avail.

If The Firm determined that information or a person shouldn't be discovered, they darn well kept it that way. Colonel Hemingway, their commanding officer and a veteran SEAL like the rest of them, had been quite explicit about what would occur if Tim attempted to locate her on his own. There won't be a job, a team, or anything else. Tim believed he could accept it, but he was unable to decide for both himself and Tom. And he was aware that if he brought up Maddison, it would create a can of worms that neither he nor her was ready to handle.

Tim, who was completely uninterested in the news, reasoned that she was safer without us.

There was a noise in the heart of town, maybe an explosion, which prompted Tom to pick up his project and stroll into the living room to observe it. Tim, on the other hand, couldn't care less. The joyful, warm, and fuzzy feelings he used to have about Maddison, recalling her lovely lips and that physique that drove him insane, had been replaced with a nagging rage at himself for screwing up the most important thing in his and Tom's lives.

When something caught his attention on the screen, he was going to get up from the chair and ask Jordan if he could try hitting the heavy bag or if the medic wanted to spar. Tim scowled and leaned in closer as he felt his heart begin to race.

Tom murmured next to him, "Holy sh*t," and threw the project he was carrying.

Tim stood up, walked over to the flat-screen television, and knelt down in front of it, saying, "It can't fucking be.

“What? Shaun inquired once more, his voice full of interest.

Maddison was standing around the suspected blast scene, squeezing through the mob while pushing a stroller for a young child. The two of them watched in stunned silence as the camera panned over the crowd and caught a glimpse of Maddison's fiery red hair and then her peering over her shoulder, obviously attempting to flee as far away from the cameras and the street with the commotion as she could. Tim could only vaguely recall when it was that Tom arrived to stand next to him.

Finally responding with an euphoric tone, Tom said, "It is. She's here. We have to go rescue her! ”

Tim said, temporarily pushing his emotions aside in favor of reason. "No, we can't," he said.

He was receiving Tom's scorching gaze, and he could feel it. His emotions finally caught up to his intellect at that point.

"I agree with you. We have to get her." Tim screamed, standing up and launching into action, "If we recognized her, chances are the fuckers on the train will as well.

By the time Tim recognized the severity of the situation, Tom was almost halfway through the door, grabbing his go-bag on the way. They had to go retrieve her, of course. At this point, The Firm wouldn't give a damn what the heck happened to her because they had already gone above and above by providing her a new identity. Tim, though, would be unable to live with himself if something happened to Maddison. Naturally, there was also the baby stroller. The consequences of that didn't even register in his head.

Where the hell are you two headed? Do I need to go?” Shaun yelled after them and was met with a resounding "Fuck no!” Tim and Tom both said.

With their essentials-filled, lightly packed bags in hand, they were practically running down the steps at the same time.

Tim pondered furiously, This can't be a coincidence that we're here. What on earth is happening?

By the time they entered the matte gray SUV, Tom was steering, and he was calling Jerome's number on his mobile. Tim was certain that he couldn't let Maddison escape once more, but there was no way of knowing if they would even be able to locate her in town or if the disturbance would allow them to approach it. Tim wasn't the only one feeling that way, though, based on the way Tom was driving—he was disregarding every single traffic rule in the lovely province of Laguna.

For the time being, Tim just knew that they had to find her and keep her safe. Anything else would be straightened out after he got rid of the excruciating stab in the belly alerting him that things were lot more messed up than they should have been.

Maddison, we're coming for you. Hold on, sweetheart.