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Chapter 4: Where is she?

Birgir:

“What are you planning?” Mikkel laughed lightly as we slipped into our shared room, stripping from our sour clothes as Davyn fired the shower to life with a renewed spark in his eye.

“I was thinking a bonus for dealing with our gloomy asses these past few months.” Davyn laughed darkly as we slipped under the steaming water, feeling the ice break away from our cold hearts with deep sighs of anticipation.

“Do you think something is wrong?” Mikkel finally asked the looming question that hung heavily in our hearts with the weird tone mom and dad spoke still lingering like a drifting leaf .

“Let’s clean up, then deal with whatever is going on.” I spoke calmly as the razor glided over my Adam’s apple, leaving a smooth patch of olive skin.

Davyn hummed a weird version of “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone as he made hast cleaning up his “ho-bo” appearance into a clean, razor lined short beard faded into his foe-hawk. Finishing up our man-scaping as Byron knocked on the door, before stepping in with a perked brow.

Mikkel nodding his head with a slick smirk, while trimming his high and tight, fading the sides down into his “now” groomed GQ beard and goatee.

“Come on, your mom just called again.” He laughed darkly as he walked over to use the toilet, noticing he changed his clothes from the Armani suit to jeans and shirt with black sneakers.

“Classic.” We laughed in link.

“Yeah. Yeah.” We laughed lightly as we slipped from the bathroom with towels wrapped around our waists into the massive closet.

Grabbing sweats, plain white shirts and sneakers, rushing back out to brush our teeth and add the final touches of Dior Sauvage and deodorant.

“Jesus, even Lea gets ready faster than you three and she has twins attached to her hips non-stop.” Byron laughed darkly as he stood by the kitchen island, reading emails on his phone.

“Excuse us for wanted to look good and smell good.” Mikkel rebutted sarcastically with his hand to his chest with a sly smirk.

“Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go.” Davyn huffed excited as he grabbed his laptop bag, stepping through the portal looking at mom and dad’s “Home, Sweet, Home” set in the scenic Canadian Ungava Bay with a spectacular view of the waterfront.

The three story log cabin, stood grand with it’s large waterfront windows that casted a beautiful glow along the pebble path up to the massive wrap-around porch. Eagerly climbing the deck stairs as the northern winds, blew furiously across our hot bodies with a slight shiver.

Knocking twice on the glass slider, before we huddled through the door into the cinnamon, apple, and spruce infused house, smelling the Christmas cookies freshly baked.

“Jesus! Is the tree big enough?” I laughed darkly, looking at the white twinkling lights dance gently against the monster of a tree and its Mardi Gras themed decorations of purple, green, and gold.

“Hush your mouth.” Mom laughed softly as she descended the open-air staircase with dark stained cedar and rod-iron railing.

She rushed over to us, smacking Davyn’s hand from touching the freshly baked sugar cookies on cooling racks. Her petite frame embracing us in a warm hug and kisses, pulling back as Byron gave her a kiss to the cheek.

“Lea told me to let you know, her and the twins are at the cabin for tree hunting.” Mom smiled at Byron as he had this puzzled look on his face.

“We already have a tree at the Mansion.” He replied questioning his own thought.

“Maybe she wants to have her own at the cabin.” Mom laughed with a devilish wink as she patted his shoulder with a sly smirk.

“Where is she?” I cut straight to the point, catching mom off-guard as she pointed to dad’s study.

“Your dad is in the study. Talk to him first.” Mom spoke with a softness as Byron looked at her with a curious expression.

Not wasting anytime as we hurried into dad’s study, smelling hickory burning gently from the large stone faced fireplace. Dad was sitting in his brown leather wing-back, sipping a whiskey as he watched the dancing flames in their seductive warmth, flickering warmly against his face.

“Boys, Byron, grab a drink.” He spoke calmly as he pointed to the four glasses already poured on the center table in front of the matching sofa and chair.

“Why do I feel we are being “Railroaded”?” Mikkel linked as his gaze landed on us with a perked brow.

“Let’s hear what he has to say first.” Davyn replied as we slipped into the sofa as Byron sat in the chair taking a sip of his whiskey.

I opened my mouth to ask about Onyx, but dad held his hand up with a soft smile.

“Before you go jumping down my throat, listen to me closely.” Dad spoke firmly as we nodded in agreement to his request, while Byron sat back and enjoyed his whiskey with a smirk.

“Two weeks ago, Mam and Pap received a call from Pont Inlet inquiring if they knew a girl about fourteen with purple hair.” Dad paused to sip his whiskey with a soft glint etched across his face.

“Purple hair is Onyx.” Mikkel laughed lightly in link, leaning forward enough to glance at us with smirks.

“But fourteen?” Davyn rebutted in curiosity with a perked brow.

“At first they were confused but knew exactly who they were inquiring about. Apparently she was comatose for two weeks, before this phone call because they had to let her injuries heal before they started to clean her up.” Dad stopped for a second, handing us a photo of a cute teenage girl with purple hair.

Gasping at the image of her heavy bruises across her face, and heavy medical casts on her leg and wrist. Her purple locks were matted and tangled in heavy knots with dried blood caked along her facial wounds.

Byron’s face morphed into panic as he looked at the photo, then to our father with a slight nod to confirm his silent question.

“They found a business card, matted in her hair along her scalp like she had hidden it from being found. Besides the multiple broken bones along her left side, she had severe bruising and swelling along her face and body.” Dad stopped to take a hard swig of his whiskey, quickly refilling his empty glass.

“You saying she was beaten and then left to die?” I had to refrain from breaking the glass in my hand as my other hand gripped firmly along my thigh.

“Where was she exactly found?” Davyn asked as his eyes scanned the hardwood floor with a dark expression etched along his face.

“Mount Asgard, off of Baffin Island.” Dad replied with a scary expression looming over his face as he stood against the flickering warmth of the fire.

He nodded his head to follow as we quickly stood, setting our glasses down on the table. He kissed mom on the cheek as she hung our stockings along the mantle of the main fireplace, giving us a warm smile.

“Whatever happened to her, she reverted back to a girl of fourteen, and she has “amnesia”.” Dad spoke with sadness in his voice as he slowly climbed the stairs, taking the right down the guest wing.

“AMNESIA!” We whispered shouted not to scare her, knowing damn well she was here resting.

Dad nodded as he stopped at the end of the hallway, standing in front of the second master suite. Byron looked deep in thought as the door swung open to gingersnaps, and buttercream with a putrid smell of disinfectant.

The soft beeping of the IV machine and heart monitor sank the very fiber of my heart. Standing in shock at the tiny, frail girl sleeping soundly in the king-sized bed with a stuffed dragon and wolf tucked under her arm.

“Morphine.” Dad spoke softy behind us as he looked at her with a softness in his gaze.

“Onyx.” We spoke softly as we approached her bed with caution, not to spook her if she woke-up to four large men standing around her bed.

Byron grumbled as he held her hand with a soft exhale.

“Jesus Onyx. What did they do to you?” He spoke with a sadness as he kneeled down to kiss her cheek softly like a brother would do.

A burning pain radiated heavily over my mark as Davyn and Mikkel placed their hands to the same spot on their chest. Sharing a side glance between us as Byron walked over to us with a soft smile.

“Protect her. Help her in anyway she needs.” He dropped his head in pain as his eyes flashed a deadly glint.

“Lea is going to be heartbroken.” He looked back to Onyx with IV’s taped to her forearm and heavy white casts to stabilize her healing bones.

“Take care of her. I will bring Lea and the pups tomorrow.” He patted our shoulders as he walked out with dad, closing the door quietly behind us.

We hesitated in fear, but silently shook it off as we crawled into bed with her, making sure to leave her comfortable. Five months destroyed us, and just being within her presence gave us a sense of balance.

“Onyx, baby it’s Birgir.” I spoke softly to her ear, tucking her hair behind her ear with a gentle kiss to her soft porcelain cheek.

“Onyx, angel, it’s me, Mikkel.” He spoke softly kissing her free hand with a soft sigh smelling her delectable scent.

“Wake-up gorgeous. It’s Davyn.” He kissed her forehead with a pained expression.

“Mates.” We linked one another as we laid down on the bed, feeling her body relax more as the soft rhythm of her breathing placed us in a trance passing out from extreme exhaustion.

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