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Mistaken Identity 141.
Avery’s POV The word boyfriend hit her like a jolt of electricity. They knew about Asher. They knew who he was. They knew he would come for her. The thought terrified her even more. She did not want Asher walking into a trap.“Please,” she said, clutching her ribs. Every breath hurt. “Do not hurt my sons or Asher. They have nothing to do with this.”The taller man stepped closer. His voice carried an emotionless chill. “You are not giving us what we want.”“I do not have it,” she cried. “You have to believe me. I do not even know where to begin looking.”Silence wrapped around her like a noose. Her heartbeat became the loudest sound in the room.“Then you are useless,” the first man said. “And useless people do not live long.”Her heart dropped. “Please. Wait. Listen to me. I can help you look. I can talk to someone. I can try. Just do not kill me.”He stepped forward. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”“You’re Avery Wellesley,” the man said, his voice too calm. “The woman Henry Welle
Mistaken Identity 140.
Avery’s POVThe sharp scent of oil and metal hit Avery’s nostrils before her eyes finished adjusting to the dim light filtering through the warehouse ceiling. The air was thick and stale, as if it had been trapped in the building for years, unmoving and heavy. Her wrists throbbed from the roughness of the rope cutting into her skin. Every pulse felt like a hot needle pressing deeper. Her shoulders ached from how violently she had been tossed around during the kidnapping. She remembered the van swerving on the road, her body slamming into the metal walls with every harsh turn. They had enjoyed her struggle. She could tell from the laughter she heard every time she cried or begged to be let go. The concrete floor beneath her was brutally cold. It felt like lying on ice, and the chill began creeping up her spine and spreading through her entire body like a silent warning that she was somewhere she was not meant to leave alive.She blinked through the fog in her vision. Shadows moved
Mistaken Identity 139.
Asher's POVAsher stormed through the wide double doors of the Storm mansion with his heart pounding so hard that he felt the vibration in his throat. He held Noel tightly against his chest. The little boy clung to him with trembling arms and wet cheeks, his small fingers curled like claws into Asher’s shirt. Behind him, Callaghan entered with Neal gripping his shoulder. Neal did not cry, but his eyes were wide and empty, as if he had not yet understood that he was safe.Safe. The boys were safe. That should have been enough to make Asher breathe again. It should have loosened the iron band around his ribs and allowed him one moment of relief. He had imagined that moment so many times in the last few hours. The moment he recovered them. The moment he brought them home.But relief did not come.Because Avery was not here.She was supposed to be here.He felt the house hold its breath the second he stepped inside. Georgia rushed forward and gasped when she saw Noel. She took the boy
Mistaken Identity 138.
Avery’s POV She didn’t know how long she was unconscious. Minutes. Hours. A lifetime. Time didn’t feel real anymore. When she finally opened her eyes, her vision blurred and swam in slow, dizzy spirals. Her head throbbed painfully, like someone had struck her with something heavy.Her tongue felt thick. Dry. When she tried to swallow, her throat burned.Where am I?She blinked again, forcing her eyes to adjust. The cloth was gone, but that didn’t help much. The darkness was thick enough to choke on.Her wrists burned. She tugged, feeling the sharp bite of plastic zip ties cutting into her skin. Her ankles were bound too, tighter than her wrists. Every movement sent a wave of pain up her legs.Avery lifted her head just enough to see a faint light flickering overhead. A dying bulb hung from a long wire, swinging lazily as though pushed by a breeze that didn’t exist. The faint glow revealed metal beams, stacked crates, peeling cement, and shadows so deep they looked alive.A warehous
Mistaken Identity 137.
Avery’s POV Avery sat in the living room, waiting for news from Asher or even Callaghan. Something, anything to give her hope.Her arms wrapped tightly around herself as though she could hold her shaking body still. The room felt too big, too quiet, too heavy with everything that had gone wrong. She kept staring at the front door, almost expecting her boys to run through it with their messy hair and bright smiles. Neal and Noel. Her babies. Her heart felt like it was breaking over and over again every time she remembered the sight of their empty beds.They were gone.Taken.Snatched from the house in the middle of the night while she was even still awake. That was the most heartbreaking part.A cold shiver ran down her spine. Every sound in the house made her flinch. Every shadow looked like danger. Her mind kept replaying the last night she tucked them in; Neal rubbing his eyes and yawning, Noel hugging his toy car to his chest. She remembered the soft way they mumbled, “Goodnigh
Mistaken Identity 136.
Asher’s POVThe drive to Greystone felt endless. The city lights slid across the SUV windows, stretching and smearing like they were being pulled by invisible hands. In reality, it had only been about thirty minutes, but every second felt like it was slowing down on purpose, trapping him in the space between fear and fury.Callaghan sat beside him in the front seat of the black SUV. His headset was on, his fingers brushing the mic as he gave short updates. Behind them, three unmarked vehicles followed in formation. Red and blue lights were hidden, engines low and steady. This was not a chase. This was a retrieval. Precision mattered.Asher stared out the window, jaw tight. His reflection looked pale and drawn. Not from fear. From the ache that had settled deep in his chest. Neal and Noel. His boys. His sons. Their bright eyes, their tiny hands, the way they tugged at his sleeves and called him daddy with complete trust. Those memories were supposed to give him strength, but right
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