Zane’s POV
I swallow once before answering.
"That’s Thomas’s mother."
"Fuck."
The word leaves me in a sharp breath as realization crashes into me so hard it physically hurts.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
Lucas immediately straightens from where he’s standing near the old dusty desk.
"What?"
"Call Elaine."
He blinks at me like I’ve suddenly lost my mind.
"What?
"Call Elaine," I repeat harsher this time.
Lucas frowns immediately.
"Why?"
My chest feels tight suddenly, like instinct is screaming at me that something is wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Because now that the pieces are finally connecting in my head...i can’t fucking unsee them.
"I think Thomas has been orchestrating everything."
The silence afterward is immediate and heavy.
"What?" Lucas says slowly.
"Thomas," I repeat. "I think it’s him."
Lucas stares at me in disbelief.
"That’s impossible."
"Is it?"
"He’s been with you since day one."
"Exactly."
The words come out sharper than intended.
"More reason why I think it’s him."
My pulse pounds violently now while my brain races through years of memories
Every moment, every incident and every "coincidence."
And suddenly all of it feels wrong.
All of it.
"Call Elaine," I snap again.
Then quieter, more to myself than him:
"Please let me not be too late."
Lucas finally pulls his phone out and I start pacing immediately.
The old security room suddenly feeling suffocating and tight, like the walls are closing in around me.
Lucas presses the phone to his ear.
"It’s going straight to voicemail."
Everything inside me drops.
"No."
Lucas lowers the phone slowly.
"Zane....."
"Fuck!"
I slam my fist hard against the side of the desk. Pain shoots instantly through my knuckles but I barely feel it.
Dust and old papers scatter everywhere.
"How the fuck did I miss this?" I snarl.
Lucas grabs my shoulder roughly.
"Will you calm down and explain to me what the fuck is going on?"
I yank away from him immediately.
"Think!"
I turn toward him sharply.
"The documents."
He frowns.
"What about them?"
"Thomas called me that night saying he forgot important documents here."
Understanding slowly starts dawning across Lucas’s face.
"But they were still in the car," he says quietly.
"Yes."
Silence
"He knew you guys were here," I continue. "He wanted me to come."
Lucas stares at me now.
"He wanted you to see us together."
"Yes."
The realization makes me feel physically sick.
Years. This man stood beside me for years , knew everything about me, about my family, about my life And all this time.....
"Fuck," Lucas mutters quietly now.
I drag a hand violently through my hair.
"The recent attack at the house."
I start pacing again unable to stay still.
"He knew the staff were getting the night off, he knew where Aaron was being held, he knew the security rotation."
"He knows every fucking blind spot in that house."
My breathing grows harsher with every word.
"He knows everything."
Because I trusted him blindly.
The betrayal burns so deeply in my chest it almost feels unbearable.
"Fuck!" I roar suddenly, sweeping everything off the dusty desk in one violent motion.
Old files crash to the floor and glass shatters somewhere.
Lucas watches me carefully now, probably deciding whether I’m about to completely lose my mind.
Too fucking late.
I already have.
Because Elaine...
Jesus Christ. Elaine.
The thought nearly fucking destroys me.
"Try her again," I snap.
Lucas immediately redials.
I yank my own phone from my pocket with shaking hands and call the second head of security.
Pick up. Pick the fuck up.
The ringing feels endless.
Then finally:
"Sir?"
"Where’s my wife?"
The words come out deadly calm.
There’s brief confusion on the other end.
"She left earlier with Thomas, sir."
Ice floods my veins instantly.
"When?"
"A few hours ago."
"A few....."
I cut myself off harshly before I completely lose it.
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