Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online

Mike Tyson without the tattoos.
                 
    “And who are you?”
                 
    “Melody.” She tries to offer me a smile of comfort that I brush off with an eye roll. “You will need-”
                 
    “Why aren't we together?” I cut her off, pushing on her patience by the way she sighs. “Why is Daniel there and I'm here?”
                 
    “Would you want two McCoys conspiring together in the same house?”
                 
    Good point .
                 
    “Besides, Daniel is in charge of a timely and crucial mock rebuild along with two custom jobs to make this possible. He is where he needs to be. A place where parts are easily accessible at any given time of day or night, along with assistance from Nina, who can handle the help if he requires it.”
                 
    “And me?”
                 
    “You're where you need to be. I will be responsible for gathering your supplies as well as the herbs you will be burying in the hollow statue.” Before I can question anything else she points to the tablet. “Please list the items you will need. Any and all. Additional trips can be made, but please try to be as thorough as possible this time.”
                 
    Running away doesn't seem like a good call, but getting a message to the outside world seems possible if I can get out of this room .
                 
    “I wanna go with you.”
                 
    She folds her hands behind her back. “It's not a possibility.”
                 
    “Then I won't make the list.”
                 
    Omar pulls the gun from his holster and points it.
                 
    “Then Omar will be forced to end your life and your brothers will not get the chance to bury you.” The tone in her voice sounds pleading. “Please, make the list.”
                 
    I nod.
                 
    I don't have any fucking moves to make. Not a single one. The Devil wins again.

Melody
     
                 
    Bringing the grocery bags into the kitchen of the only place I've really called home in years, I drop them onto the counters trying to drown out the lecture Omar has been spewing since we pulled into the driveway.
                 
    “Melody-”
                 
    “I heard you,” I snap over my shoulder. “And I heard you yesterday when you said it. And on the plane. But I don't agree with you.”
                 
    “But you can't see you the way I can.”
                 
    Ceasing all movements, I turn around to face him. “Omar, I appreciate you. I appreciate all you've done for me over the years. You're the closest thing I've got to family any more, but you have to know, I know what I'm doing. I'm a professional. I will do my job.”
                 
    He looks unconvinced.
                 
    When I first got stranded in this world, Omar went out of his way to shelter me from things. After a few months I learned it was because he lost custody of his daughter early on in life because his wife didn't approve of his lifestyle. He always said it was probably for the best, his little girl didn't have to live in a world like this, but I think the guilt still ate at him until I arrived. It was like getting a second chance. For both of us. My father wasn't in my life either. Overdose.
                 
    I plead, “A little trust please.”
                 
    “In this job? Never.”
                 
    The sound of a door opening, grabs both of our attention. Our eyes dart across the living room of the small cottage to where Drew is opening his white bedroom door with a heavy yawn.
     
    Is this place the most beautiful? No, but I've tried to make it as homey as possible. The interior is white walls and dark wood floors while the décor is a