Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 69

Theo POV

Bethany and I have been getting along so well that you would think we had been a couple for years. W was so content and relaxed; my sister is moving in tomorrow, and I have mixed feelings about that no only underwear. If my sister walks in or Sam, they might catch us spontaneously, which could be emba Like yesterday, I went to the pool naked and took her into my arms, and for the first time in my life, I pool, but the thought of them coming and catching us in the act just heightened the whole experience any more than I want to walk in on her.

We were relaxing and enjoying the sounds of the city. It is calming up here on the balcony, watching th time of night, I was not going to like it.

'Scott.' I answered the phone with a question.

'The word is that a contract had just been raised against Bethany. It took all I had not to react to his w 'What?' I could not stop my growl over the phone.

'It seems Cynthia has put one out, two hundred thousand dollars!

We chatted for a little longer, having Scott tell me that Bethany's mother had raised it as Dead or Alive 'I have doubled the tail on Bethany and two extra protectors. I told him to raise it even more, and he s of ours. Scott said if we started using the service, he would get his men to drive, and a code word whe I would go and visit Scott in the morning, and we could talk about it before the Sunday game. Felicity at how different she was from her sister and Mother. How could twins be so very different? I was baffl Trying to relax when I knew trouble was waiting for us out there somewhere was hard. I stroked Betha The following day, I left early. Bethany started getting the final setup done for our sports day, while I 'Don't forget, Felicity and Sam move in today! I said, giving my girl and kissing her nose. 'How could I forget, you have talked nonstop about it. She giggled and gave me a tender kiss.

ked together in sync, whether it was at work or home, we just gelled. Most of the time, we did what was needed without having to ask; it naturally flowed. I floor was just Bethany and me, and now I will have two other people living up here. Should we start to lock our door? Often, Bethany and I walk around in ng for all of us. Knowing we are doing it and catching in the act, are two different things, and I like that we can be spontaneous.

the pool. It was a sensation I had never felt before, totally different from in the shower or spa. I don't know when the pool people will come and clean the a side of me that I had never thought of before; it is kind of thrilling in a strange way, but getting back to my sister, no, I do not wish for her to walk in on us

y life below us pass us by. When my mobile rang, I saw the name and a cold shiver ran down my back. He must have an update, and for him to phone at this

did not wish to alert Bethany of anything wrong.

ynthia changed it to Alive but damaged it. I am not sure how much damage that would entail, but I was unhappy about it either way.

ted we start using the company's car service. I argue that we do not know the drivers well enough to know if we climb into a car with a driver who is not one cked us up would signal he was one of his men.

t have to move in without my help. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on J0bn1b.com.I pulled Bethany closer to me, and my mind raced ewas very selfish and self-absorbed, while the other was kind and caring and would give the coat off her back if you were cold.

ck in a soothing action, but it was more for my benefit than hers. I was the one now in a mess and worried; something bad was going to happen to my girl. out to visit Scott.

'Go, the sooner you leave, the sooner you are back, and if you are late for the game, I will be rather annoyed with you.' She joked, and for a moment, I wondered if she really would be annoyed. I had never given her a reason before.

I raced over to Scott's house and knocked.

'A little early. Theo.' Yawned and led me back to his cen where he had been working

Scott's den is different from our sports den, but then again, it is precisely the same, but for a different reason. It was full of surveillance equipment and monitors everywhere, watching different things; this was the hub of his operation. He had eight men working in this room alone; Scott is a high-end protection service that even high-profile people use, and even a former president or two. Most are ex-military men who need a job and are replaceing it hard to settle back into civilian life, so this is a way for them to still be active. Their training is perfect as a protector, and they get to stay alert. It seems to help them slowly adjust to a bang or sudden sound that may make these men look for the threat and not drop to the ground. This is exactly what type of man Scott hires; they must have training in a different place before placing them in public, but most cope well with the cloak-and-dagger lifestyle. They never really ever get over the past. No magic pill will get rid of it, it comes down to the individual.

'Scott.' I offer my hand to shake, and he pulls me in for a hug. 'Coffee is coming! I said as he led me to a screen he had set up.

I looked over the information he had collected and found out that the contract had been taken up by an ex-junkie if there is such a thing as an ex-junkie. Scott knew the man and had put a tail on him, broke into his mobile phone, and would record all phone calls; we needed to make sure he did not try and give the task to someone else to do the job and claim the money. Apparently, they wanted photos of Bethany to prove she had been beaten up and was in a bad way. I am concerned if they did beat her up and damaged her hands, she would never be able to do the delicate surgery she is known for, and that would break her heart more than being beaten up.

'Can we take this to the police?' I asked. We had a lot of information here, and surely they could do something. 'Already done that; the detective said we could handle it, and please keep it quiet for now, as Bethany's Dad is a detective, and they did not wish for him to go off the rails to protect his daughter. I understood that, but for the police to allow us to handle it seemed a bit odd. Scott agreed and said he would grab him if he broke the law, but we could do little for now. Others may do the contract, and not be on the grid. All eyes are on the known violent ones, that often take up contracts. I had to trust that Scott could keep Bethany safe and not worry too much, but I was not sure how I could act normally today when I saw my girl in so much danger and hiding it from her Dad, too; it was time to do a performance of my life.

When I get a chance to talk with Bethany, I will give her a heads-up. She deserves to know, and keeping it a secret would only spoil our relationship when this eventually comes to light.

Maybe telling her Dad would be a good thing. I don't trust that detective who said we could handle it and warned me not to tell him. Scott agreed it was best to speak to him. Before the game, I would give both dads the heads-up and then enjoy the game afterward.