Chapter 25 #2
“Mercer’s people handled all of it,” Phillips rushed out as he raised his head from his hands.
“The lab work. The fertilization. Everything. I only had access to her records, the clinic, and the procedure room. They told me the embryos would be ready. All I had to do was prep her and transfer them.”
“Fertilized with whose sperm?” Slade asked, each word sharp.
“I don’t know.” Phillips shook his head fast. “I swear I don’t know. They never told me anything about that.”
Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Truth.”
Sloan’s hands curled into fists at his sides.
“Why Becky?” Slade asked, his voice low. “Why go after her?”
Phillips’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Slade leaned closer. “Answer the question?” he growled, his eyes growing black again.
“Because of her husband's blood,” Phillips whispered, his eyes going to the door, then toward the large two-way mirror knowing that Sloan was behind it listening to it all.
Slade glanced at the window, then back to Phillips. “You’re right to be scared shitless because Sloan is behind that two-way just waiting for me to give him the signal.” Slade’s expression went cold. “So you best explain that right fucking now.”
Phillips wiped at his face with shaking hands.
“They said she had taken his blood and that it was in her system. His DNA changed her somehow and prepared her. My job was to get her body ready to accept the eggs which I did with medication like a normal egg transfer. They believed if the embryos were implanted while his blood was active in her body, the fetus would be exposed to it as it developed.”
“Through Becky,” Slade said, his voice rough.
Phillips nodded, crying harder. “Yes. His blood was key to what they were trying to do.”
A deadly silence filled the room, but Sloan barely heard it.
All he heard was they wanted his blood. Not his title.
Not his position. Not even revenge. His fucking blood.
The blood Becky had taken from him in trust, the blood tied to their bond.
Those sick bastards had looked at that bond and saw a way to use her, to turn his mate into breeding something to benefit them.
They wanted his blood...did they? Now they had the full attention of every deadly thing that came with it...his fury.
“They thought it would make the child stronger,” Phillips rushed on, as if he couldn’t stop now that the words were out. “Powerful. They talked about blood exposure, bonding, activation and something about a Demon Slayer 2.0. I didn’t understand half of it.”
“But you understood the money you would get for completing this horrific tragedy on an unsuspecting woman, didn't you?” Slade hissed, then slammed his hand down hard on the table.
Phillips jumped, then dropped his head. “Yes.”
“Disgustingly true." Adam spat, his eyes narrowed on Phillips.
Slade stared at him for a long second. "You were going to implant another man’s child into Becky without her consent because of fucking money. How much?”
"A half a million dollars," Phillips shook his head, sobbing. “I didn’t do it.”
“No,” Slade said, his voice full of disgust. “You did something a doctor should never do, you son of a bitch. You led a woman to believe she needed a cyst removal and deceived her, then disappeared, leaving her without answers.”
“I’m sorry,” Phillips didn’t look up, continued to look down.
“Jesus.” Slade cursed as he regained his composure, somewhat. His voice was rough when he looked back at Phillips. “Whoever gave you a medical license needs to be fucking shot.”
Phillips sobbed harder. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
Slade leaned down, his face close to Phillips’s. “You could have told her the truth. You could have protected your patient. You could have been a fucking doctor.”
Phillips shook his head. “They would have killed me.”
“Do you have any idea what she went through?” Slade spat, his voice full of disgust. “What she endured not knowing, you worthless piece of shit? They aren’t who you should be worried about. I’m close to killing you myself, but that is not my right. By Warrior code that is her mates right.”
All Phillips could do was look down and weep. Slade cursed as he turned and slammed out of the room.
Sloan turned just as Slade entered the viewing room, still cursing. “I swear to God, if you don’t kill him, I will.”
“His time will come. I want Adam to work on him some more to make sure we are getting everything we can out of the fucker.” Sloan growled.
He definitely had plans for the bastard, but not yet.
He’d let Adam work on him for a while. He wanted every name, every place, every greedy son of a bitch involved in this because more women were in danger.
He was a selfish man when it came to his mate, but he was also a fair man who sought justice for everyone. This needed to be stopped.
“You need to tell Becky right away.” Slade’s eyes slowly started to fade back to gold. “All this time she has thought—” Slade didn’t finish because they all knew what Becky had thought. What they all had thought.
“Go on,” Rafe said, giving Sloan a small shove toward the door. “You mind if I take a whack at the fucker? I’m pretty good at interrogating, as you well know.”
“Don’t kill him,” Sloan warned, his voice low as he walked toward the door. “He’s mine.”
“Only if I get to be there when you do,” Rafe said, following him out.
“Mind if I watch?” Steve asked, falling into step beside him. “I’ve been wanting to interrogate, but all I get is a fuck no.”
“Sure, kid.” Rafe chuckled as he opened the interrogation room door.
Sloan heard them, but ignored it. His mind was already moving faster than his feet, pushing past the rage and grabbing onto the only thing that mattered in that moment.
Becky.
She needed to know the truth. Needed to know Phillips hadn’t done the procedure. Needed to know the nightmare she had been carrying was not exactly what they all thought it was.
But even as relief cut through him, rage followed right behind it.
Because the bastard had known. He had known she was pregnant and still let her believe she’d been violated in a way that had broken something inside her.
The bastard had let her be sick with fear, shame, and confusion because his own worthless life meant more to him than hers.
Sloan’s jaw tightened as he headed toward his office. He would give Becky the truth first.
Then he would go back and remind Dr. Phillips exactly who the fuck he had crossed.