Unspoken 3 by A Lexy Beck Page A

going around their software and causing problems.”
    “That bitch Alice? All she wanted was for us to spend more money with her company. When they found out what I was doing, she wanted a piece of the action. She threatened to go to Cain.”
    I sat, dumbfounded at what I was hearing. I had heard exactly what had happened from Alice Bennett and knew Dylan’s spin on it wasn’t true. I needed to feed into his ego to get more; I now had no doubt he was involved in Alice’s murder. “I talked to Alice, that’s not the story she told me.”
    “Oh, I’m sure. She was looking out for herself, it’s unfortunate she isn’t here to set the real story straight.” Dylan reflected on the statement for a minute. “Cain… he’s another greedy bastard. I can see how he and Alice got together. Always looking out for themselves.”
    “But Dylan… Cain and his family always looked out for you. His dad…” I looked deep into Dylan’s eyes, trying to connect. “His dad loved you like a son…”
    “Bullshit! His dad used me to make himself feel better. To pretend he still had two sons, except he seemed to forget me when he was dying. When I needed him. When I wanted to be there. Him and Cain, they both pushed me away. They used me.”
    Dylan was becoming more of a loose cannon, and the more unraveled, uncontrollable personality from the other night appeared. I questioned my next move, as I extended my hand to his leg. “Dylan, you’re smart, successful…” I searched for more words that wouldn’t contradict our previous conversations. “…you have so much going for you.”
    “It would have been so much better… so much easier… if I had that cushion that Cain had. The money, the power, the recognition of the name.  I didn’t get any of that, and I certainly don’t have that Parker name to fall back on. So I just took what I needed and did what I had to do to tarnish being a Parker.”
    “You mean…” I knew I had to be careful putting words in Dylan’s mouth and he easily took me off the hook.
    “Let’s just say, I now have more than enough money to be happy and free of Cain. It’s funny how these greedy, rich people want their affairs and secrecy and are willing to pay anything to keep it quiet. A few throw away cell phones, some left in people’s desks…” Dylan smiled. “The Arena was the best idea Cain ever had, and I simply turned it into my money machine while I carefully set him up for the fall. He had it coming.”
    My stomach sank and I could feel my hands begin to shake when the words finally registered in my brain. I faked a smile and tried to think of what to do next. “Ingenious, Dylan, you are definitely much smarter than Cain.”
    “Jennifer, come with me. Let’s get out of here. I see the way your father looks at you. The tension, the disappointment. We even talked about it, on our date at the coffee shop.” Dylan placed his hand atop of mine, still resting on his leg.
    I slowly slid my hand from underneath his and stood next to the couch. “You know, Dylan, you’re right. All of this greed, secrecy, drama. It makes me want to get away. I would love a day off .”
    “I’m not talking about a day, Jennifer. I’m talking about a lifetime. Us.” Dylan stood and reached for my hands, but I stepped away, putting space between us.
    “Let’s start with a day and take it…”
    The front door crashed open, catching both Dylan and I off guard. I screamed and ducked into the kitchen as Dylan spun to see the police officers entering the apartment with their guns drawn. “On the ground, now!”
    Detective Jackson, Reese and Dad followed the armed officers into the apartment and watched as Dylan was cuffed. I cautiously entered the room and was met with an evil glare from Dylan.
    “You bitch! I should have known… just wait!” Dylan twisted and thrashed as the police escorted him out of the apartment.
    “ I would love a day off … wouldn’t we all?” Reese laughed. “I wondered