My Protector | His Angel

Chapter 45: Square one

"Tell me Ms. Richards, why did my dear brother send you here?".

Peter had a certain smugness on his face and I wanted to slap it right off. But his statement left me speechless.

Brother?

Peter must have read the confusion on my face as the smugness had now turned into amusement. He gave me another one of his cheeky smiles before letting out a shallow laugh.

"Oh Lord, don't tell me he hasn't told you yet." He chuckled and leaned forward on the desk as if the close proximity would scare me.

You don't scare me asshole.

"Told me what" I replied flatly. "I came here for a job. Nobody sent me." I snarled.

"Ms. Richards..." He tsked slowly. "I am no idiot. So do not mistake me for one."

"Well then maybe I am the idiot because I have no idea what you are talking about."

"The look on your newly designed face when you saw your own photo said otherwise."

I was far too stunned to speak. Firstly, because even though I would never put this much botox or filler in my face, I was still offended by the way he said newly designed face. Second, I truly had no idea what he was talking about.

"You understand Swedish, as much as you tried to hide that from me." He stood from the chair and placed his palms flat on the desk, leaning closer to me and cocking his head to the side. "You change your hair and plump up your lips and cheeks a bit." His voice became quieter as he continued to inch forward. "But you're still the same person" He whispered finally before standing straight up and letting out a single unamused huff. He sighed and turned to grab a bottle of liquor on the bar cart beside him. "I can't believe my brother even allowed for you to do that". He chuckled to himself.

"I have no idea who-" I stopped speaking once I looked up at him, finally connecting the dots. The light from his laptop casted dim shadows over his face, illuminating his sharp jaw line. His face was handsome and aged, I couldn't tell if it was from life or time. But it was older than Killian's. I initially thought that he was talking about Matteo, truly confused as to how they could ever be brothers... But he wasn't talking about Matteo.

"Killian" I breathed out. I stared at him and the same mischievous, sly smirk that Killian always had, now formed on Peter's mouth.

"I thought you would never admit it!" He laughed. "Now stop playing dumb and tell me, because I will only ask one more time, why are you-"

"How?" I interrupted him and he stopped, clearly annoyed that he wasn't allowed to speak.

"How what?"

"How? Killian only has a brother and sister and I've already met them."

Peter's eyebrows raised in response. He was surprised by my true ignorance to the situation.

"Huh" He thought to himself. "He actually never told you. Don't take offense to it, our mother begged him not to tell you, at least not yet."

No shit he never told me. I probably wouldn't be here if he had.

Peter took a sip of his drink and continued. "Our mother. She had an affair with my father a few months after her and her husband, Killian's father, got married, and so then came the bastard child." He spoke these words so effortlessly as if they didn't even hurt him, proudly taking on the title of bastard child.

I laughed. It was an inappropriate response but I think that at this point my body was tired of being shocked.

"Is this funny?" Peter narrowed his eyes.

"No" I chuckled one last time. I couldn't imagine Killian's mother being the person who gave them the genetics of the rage that they both shared.

"Care to share why you are laughing then?"

"The resemblance is uncanny. I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner." I shook my head and studied his face once more. His jaw was clenched, the same way Killian's would. I was shocked their teeth hadn't fallen out by now. His mannerisms were the same, the way that they would reach for a drink as soon as an inconvenience occurred.

"Oh but I think you did, love. Every time I caught you looking at me, it was like you weren't, but you were rather looking at him." The smug smile returned to his face as he tried to reenact my starstruck behavior every time I had run into him since arriving here. "I'm sure at one point, you even thought that I was Killian."

It was true. I did, though my mind quickly shut down that thought. It was impossible for him to be Killian. But it wasn't impossible for him to be related. And I didn't realize that.

"I will give you one more chance, love. Before I quite literally throw you in the dungeon." He paused and smiled at me as if we shared an inside joke only we shared. "Why did he send you here? To spy on me? If he didn't tell you that I was his brother what did he tell you?"

"He didn't send me." I shook my head. Peter didn't take Killian. He truly thought that Killian had sent me here on some sort of mission.

"I told you do not mistake for an idiot" Peter snarled through gritted teeth. He was getting frustrated. He couldn't be acting just to cover up the fact that he did, in fact have Killian locked up somewhere. Because somewhere on his face along with the fury, there was also fear.

"You don't know where he is" I stated in an attempt to confirm my thoughts.

"What?" he scoffed "I don't know I don't have a tracker on him." He was thrown off and confused by my statement. He wasn't catching on either, idiot.

"He didn't send me Peter." I repeated and stood from the chair. His face twisted. He was just seconds away from throwing the entire desk across the room. "I came here looking for him."

The rage fell from Peters face and was soon replaced by confusion.

"You came here looking for him." He repeated my words as if they would only make sense if they came out of his own mouth. I nodded. "He's missing? Or he just got tired of you?" He scoffed as if I was playing a joke on him.

Ok fuck off, that was rude. Something inside of him hoped it was the latter, but knew that it wasn't.

"Somebody took him..." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pin that Emma had found on the garage floor.

"What is this" He spoke flatly as he took it and turned on a lamp, observing it under the light.

"I was hoping you would know..." I whispered and he shook his head, placing it in his pocket.

"And Adam?" He asked.

I shook my head as the tears welled up in my eyes. We had gone back to square one. Nobody had a clue as to where either of them were.

"I supposed that would explain why your friend is here as well..." Peter quietly mumbled before typing something onto his laptop. "We got into an argument a few weeks ago. I've tried to call him, text him, email, him, get in contact with him. But I figured he was just giving me the cold shoulder like he does." Suddenly the table in front of me bounced off of the ground as he slammed his fist into it. "Dammit! I should have just flown to New York."

I jumped back and Peter glanced at me like he had forgotten I was standing in front of him. "Sorry" he muttered and took a deep breath.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Well" Peter chuckled coldly "We find out who the fuck took Killian and send then swimming with the fish."

Part of me wanted to laugh along with him, but I knew he wasn't joking.

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I don't know about you guys but im ready for Killian to come back.