The Thunder Wolves MC - Lyssa (Book #13)

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"Shit."

Emilia swore as she started to follow Lyssa. Without thinking, I moved into her path, blocking her.

"I think you have said enough for now."

To my surprise, she didn't fight me on this and slowly nodded as she turned around and made her way into her part of the house. Finch followed his sister, leaving D and me standing outside.

"Now what?"

"Now you are going to go to my house, get my laptop and bag, and bring them back here. After that, I don't give a s**t what you do."

Sighing, my brother left to do as I had told him, leaving me alone. Turning, I headed back into Lyssa's part of the house. She wasn't in the front room like she had been earlier. The sound of the bath water turning on let me know where she was, and I let her be. Walking that way, I stopped outside the door. Not that I would be able to go any farther, she locked the door. From the smell of lavender and the sound of the bath water running, I can only guess she was going to take a bath. So I let her be and made my way back out to the front room to wait for my brother to return with my stuff. A wait that wasn't long at all before I heard his bike outside.

Opening the door, I was able to save him the trouble of knocking. Thanking him, I took my stuff and shut the door, leaving him to do whatever he wanted. Chances were that he would join Emilia and Finch upstairs. But, as I told him, I didn't care what he did; I wanted to look into Lyssa's sister and ex. My gut was telling me something was off. And even though I had decided before not to do what I was about to do and wait for Lyssa to tell me everything, I am pretty sure she doesn't know the whole story of what is going on. So, to protect her, I need to do what I am good at and find out what we are actually facing.

Setting my bag down next to the couch, I removed my cut and laid it over the back of one of her dining room chairs. I then kicked off my boots, leaving them by the front door. Grabbing a bottle of water from her fridge, I returned to my bag, sitting down on the floor in front of her couch. Opening the small front pocket, I pulled out the bottle of Adderall and took one tablet for now. Before going to prison, I probably would have taken two or three, but I figured since it's been a while, one would do the job for now. And if not, I could always take another. Returning the bottle to my bag, I zipped the pocket back up and moved on to the larger pocket. Pulling my laptop out, I got to work. Pulling more than just social media profiles this time. It's incredible what personal information you can find on people when you know where to look. Things like social security numbers, credit card information, banking information, medical records, and well, anything you may want to know about a person.

Hell, you can even pull security footage of a hotel here in town if you want to. Not that it was hard to do so, and I have gotten into their security footage more than once in my lifetime. But it was a pretty telling story to see that Brooklyn wasn't truly in town alone. For someone coming to town because they wanted their sister's help because the guy that knocked them up dumped their ass, it was pretty interesting to see that guy was staying in the same room as her. Not to mention the two looked like they were still pretty well into each other. Meaning my gut was correct, something wasn't right here, and what Brooklyn said to Lyssa was bullshit.

With the Adderall fully kicking in, I was able to drown everything out except what I was looking at. Starting from the very beginning, I began to move through everything about him. Where and when he was born. Who his parents were. How rich they were and what his trust fund looked like. The stipulations on said trust fund. What kind of kid was he in school? He was expelled from one boarding school after a fight with another boy over a girl. From there, he was sent to another boarding school. He took a few college classes before dropping out and relying on his parents' financial support. Eventually, his father got him a job with his company. A lawsuit from an ex-employee was swept under the rug a few months after Ray started there. Ray's father paid the woman off, and the lawsuit was dropped; the woman then moved to another country. After which, Ray met Lyssa, and they got engaged. Brooklyn wasn't the only woman he had an affair with while with Lyssa.

In fact, the year leading up to the wedding, Ray's father had paid off three other women who all ended up moving to the other side of the country at a minimum. But not before they were all recorded as having an appointment with Dr. Ambrose. The same applies to the woman who had filed a lawsuit against Ray's father's company before being paid off and leaving the country. I was left guessing that this doctor was either not really a doctor or was performing abortions without truly having a license to practice medicine. I say that only because Dr. Ambrose doesn't exist. Not by any legal fashion anyway. I couldn't find s**t on the doctor, which was very frustrating.

I was so focused on what I was doing, I never heard Lyssa come back out of the bathroom after her bath. Not that I had ever heard her go into the front room. I didn't even feel her sit down on the couch next to me and move over so she was leaning over my shoulder.