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Chapter Eleven

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The next morning I woke up to the sound of the front door opening. There was a male voice that filled the morning silence and it wasn't Michael's voice. I opened my eyes a bit more to take a glance of who it was then quickly closed them again once I heard footsteps against the floor.

I was still laying on pillows and blankets from the night before and my body ached. So I didn't bother to try and get up to speak.

I could feel the shadow of the mystery man hanging over me.

"She looks familiar," the voice said. "How do we know her?"

Michael cleared his throat. "She's Rebecca's friend."

"The one that came with you and Beck to my wedding?" Oh. It was Carlisle. Michael's brother.

"Yes," Michael said.

The shadow moved away from me and footsteps went behind the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You bring her to a damn honeymoon retreat house and sleep with her? She's a child, Mike!" Carlisle's voice was in a low, angered tone. "And that should be the end of it but this is where you brought your dead wife for anniversaries!"

"Dammit, Carlisle, if you wake her up-"

"Is this why you did what you did? For her? What's her name, Tatiana? Tenisha?"

"Tia."

"Tia! You did that so you could be with Tia, didn't you, creep?"

There was a loud bang on the table. "One. Don't call me that, you know I hate that. Two. If she finds out what happened to Scarlett, I'm dead. You hear me? Dead or in jail and I won't be getting out." I could hear that Michael's jaw was clamped together.

Carlisle let out a low chuckle. "You're such an idiot. She'll find out soon anyway. Then what will you do?"

Carlisle began to rant some more as my nose began to itch. My breath got caught up then I sneezed louder than I expected to.

The room got quiet. I opened my eyes to see the two men staring at me.

Carlisle looked nothing like his brother. They had the same father but different mothers.

Carlisle had blonde hair opposite to his brother. He was slightly shorter than Michael and he was covered in tattoos. His beard covered the bottom half of his face. Again, he was nothing like his brother.

I smiled softly at the both of them. "Good morning,"

Carlisle smiled back. "Hey! It's been a while since I've seen you, hasn't it?"

I nodded and got up, covering myself with the blanket. "Yeah! It has. Um, Michael, I'm gonna go and get dressed."

Michael watched me and nodded. "I'll be out here."

I made sure I was completely covered before heading back into my room. After closing myself in, I found some yoga pants and a tank top. Putting them on, the pain was either going away or getting slightly worse. I couldn't tell with the adrenaline pumping through my body.

My mind kept drifting back to what was said between them.

"Is this why you did what you did?"

"If she finds out what happened to Scarlett, I'm dead. You hear me? Dead or in jail and I won't be getting out."

What did he do? So many ideas rushed to my head. The worst one came within seconds.

He killed her.

He killed his wife.. but was it for me?No. He already said it wasn't.

Maybe he didn't really kill her? Maybe he just set it up? Hired someone to do his dirty work so he didn't get in trouble for it?

So many possibilities. So many things I did not want to believe..

I heard the door shut from outside the room. Once I was fully clothed, I went out of the room and looked around to see Michael making his way into the kitchen.

Putting on the best smile I could, I went out to him and hugged him from behind. "Last night was really amazing,"

I looked up to him to see him nod. His hands were planted on the edge of the counter. His knuckles were white. He seemed to be thinking. Stressed?

I got quiet. "So what's for breakfa-"

"Tell me everything you heard." He demanded.

My heart sunk to my stomach. "What?"

"Tell me what you heard," he spaced out his words, twisting his neck to look back at me.

"I don't know. I was asleep, Mich-" I began to speak before he cut me off again.

"DON'T.. lie to me," his teeth were clamped together hard as he was turning cherry red.

I slowly let go of him. He was scaring me and I didn't know how to handle it! He turned and made complete, chilling eye contact with me. This made my voice get stuck in my throat. "W-what did you do to your wife?"

He smirked a little.

"What did you do?" I asked again. "Did you plan her death? Did you kill her? Are you going to kill me? How many other people have you killed, Michael?! You need to turn yourself in! How have you not been caught?!"

He took one step and his hand was squeezing my cheeks together, while the other held the small of my back.

"You have nothing to worry about, darling," his voice was raspy. "As long as you don't say anything. You keep your pretty little mouth shut, do you understand?"

Tears rushed to my eyes and sobs escaped my throat. I nodded quickly in understanding. "Yes," I cried.

"Yes what?!"

"Yes, sir."

He let me go and let me drop to the floor. Watching me sob, he sighed and walked away.