Ty had just been given the sedative while Bert, Whitney, and Kyran were frantically working at their computers to kill the virus in Ty's chip. I blew out a shaky breath, finding refuge on the sofa in the corner of the room.

The second I sat I could sense Anton's stare. I ran a hand through my wavy brown hair, shaking out the snarls. Anton carefully made his way towards me, his expression stone cold. What did he want now? His tough facade broke as he smiled at me, what looked to be a friendly comforting smile, but I knew it was only fake. He was just putting on a show that everyone was buying into.

"Can I sit here?" He asked me politely.

I glared at him, hoping it looked the slightest bit intimidating. "I'd rather you not. Maybe you could fall of the face of the earth. That would be much appreciated," I snapped.

Anton chuckled, ignoring my answer and choosing to sit down beside me anyways. "Awe, Reb, baby. I'm not that bad," he joked.

"Don't call me that." I was quickly loosing my patience. The last thing I wanted to do was speak to Anton. "What do you want?"

Anton raised his eyebrows and hands in an innocent gesture. "What? I can't have a friendly conversation with my friend? Do I have to want something?"

"Well seeing as how we're not friends and this isn't a friendly conversation than yes, I'm guessing you do want something," I snapped.

I was thankful Hannah was to occupied watching Bert and Whitney work on the computers to notice Anton and I having this—heated conversation. I glanced her way and noticed that Kyran had moved Ty onto his bed and hooked him up to an IV.

"I'm offended you don't think of us as friends." Anton smirked, placing a hand over his chest mockingly. I wanted to punch him square in the face, but that would probably draw attention to us and I know who would pay for that.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I looked Anton in the eyes. "Cut to the chase."

Anton scowled but didn't fir back. Instead he said, "Fine. I want you to talk—"

He was interrupted by a loud alarm sounding obnoxiously through the room. I jumped off the sofa and ran over to Whitney, looking at the tablet in her hand. Ty's vitals were slowly plummeting to a dangerous level.

"Crap! Bert we have to work quick," Whitney exclaimed. She turned back to her computer and began typing quickly.

"I know, I know. I'm working on clearing out the virus. We have to reboot the chip," Bert answered. I moved out of the way, clutching on to Hannah. We clung to each other tears pouring down our faces.

"Rebooting now," Whitney announced. We watched as something popped up on her screen and she typed a word into the box. A progress bar appeared and slowly began to move along. It was painful to watch them work so slow knowing that I couldn't do a thing to help. I closed my eyes and buried my face in Hannah's neck, unable to watch.

"It worked! We got rid of the virus! Ty isn't in danger anymore," Whitney squealed several minutes later. 

I lifted my head and seen Ty's vitals slowly returning to their normal rate as the alarm shut off. Whitney and Bert stood hugging each other tightly. Hannah hugged me too and Kyran randomly joined in, making it a group hug. I couldn't help but chuckle, shaking him off.

"Thank you guys, for saving Ty," I said softly, wiping the tears away.

Whitney gave me a soft smile. "Don't thank us. Half the journey was getting here and you helped him survive that," she said, wrapping me in her arms. I hugged her back, feeling relieved. That was one huge weight off my chest, and Ty was going to be okay. But in the back of my mind I felt like I had a dozen other problems yet to be solved.

Matthew was kidnapped.

Matthew was kidnapped by my adoptive sisters boyfriend.

My adoptive sister boyfriend was a psycho who was black mailing me.

Said psycho had kidnapped my brother for some unknown reason but I couldn't tell anyone.

Anton hadn't given any reason to kidnap Matthew. Anton was a psycho, but he wasn't an idiot. He wouldn't take the time and effort to kidnap Matthew if there wasn't an important reason—and I need to know that reason. But more important than anything, I knew we had to rescue Matthew.

If Anton kidnapped Matthew, it meant he wanted leverage. For what? That was what I had to figure out.

"I think I'm going to go take a quick nap before this evenings lesson. It has been a tiring day and I need to clear my head," Hannah announced. I nodded giving her a hug before she left.

"Ty should rest and he will probably be out for a while," Whitney said before leaving the room along with Bert and Kyran. It left just Anton and I in the room alone.

He was still sitting on the sofa. I could feel is eyes boring into the back of my head. I whipped around to meet his gaze, anger burning inside of me. "What do you want? Why did you kidnap Matthew?" I spat, venom thick in my tone.

Anton threw his head back and laughed. "Oh sweetheart, what makes you think I'd tell you that?"

I grinned as an idea came to mind. "You tell me or I won't do anything for you? I won't follow your stupid orders and I'll tell everyone about you!"

"If you do that, you know who is going to pay," Anton countered darkly, crossing his arms over his chest.

This time I was the one to laugh bitterly. "How am I to know you aren't already torturing him? Either way Matthew is suffering!"

Anton's face dropped his expression turning cold. He ran a shaky hand through his red hair and sighed. My brows furrowed. I was so confused. Just seconds ago he'd been ruthless, crude, and arrogant but suddenly he's—anxious?

"Listen Rebecca, it wasn't my idea to kidnap your brother, but I have no choice in the matter. The person that kidnapped Matthew doesn't care about him. They only care about you and Ty."

I eased myself onto the end of Ty's bed, allowing myself to process the information. "Why do they care about Ty and I?"

"Because this person knows you're—different. They know about your chips," Anton answered.

"Anton if you don't want to be part of this, then why are you?"

"Rebecca I don't have a choice. I have a connection with this person—one that I can't just break. If I didn't do this I'd be locked up for the rest of my life. Or worse, I'd be killed!" Anton exclaimed, his hands flying up to his hair and tugging in frustration.

"Anton I-I, we can work this out. If we just tell Bert and Whitney then we can find Matthew and this could all be over!"

Anton shook his head. "No, we can't Rebecca. My boss will know, trust me."

"Anton how do I get my brother back?" I demanded.

"I don't know yet. Just give me a day or two, I'll figure it out!" Anton shouted. I sighed in exasperation and confusion as I watched him rush out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. I blinked in a daze.

Ty groaned behind me. "Figure what out?" He asked, his voice gruff.

"Um, something about his training. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention to him," I lied. Guilt washed over me but I did my best to ignore the feeling. I forced a smile and met Ty's eyes.

"You're awake—and okay. They fixed your chip!"

Ty's eyes lit up. "Really? What was wrong with it?" He looked so happy to not be in danger anymore. Of course anyone would be happy about that. I was incredibly happy for him too, but fear overpowered the happiness.

"Someone hacked it. They don't know how or who. Whitney said the chip was so protected and secure that they didn't think anyone would be able to hack it," I answered.

Ty laughed bitterly. "Well they were wrong," he paused with a questioning expression. "Who would want to hack my chip? Who would know about my chip and be able to hack it?" 

"I don't kn—" I paused in thought. Anton had just said that the person he was being forced to work for knew we had chips. Did Anton or his boss hack Ty's chip?

"Rebecca what's wrong? What are you thinking?" Ty asked quickly, standing up from the bed. I pushed him back down and shook my head. He sighed and glanced down, noticing he wasn't wearing a shirt. The fresh scar from the creek ran across his stomach. It was still gross looking, but it had improved.

"Rebecca I am sorry."

My head snapped up, and I furrowed my eyebrows. "What for?"

Ty sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "I overreacted when I saw you hugging Kyran. I haven't had many people in my life that I could trust, so I guess you could say I'm used to being betrayed and that's what my mind immediately went to. I shouldn't have gotten so upset though."

"Ty it's okay. I'm sorry too," I said with a smile resting on my lips. Ty blew out a breath of relief and I leaned down, pecking him on the lips.

"So what was wrong that night? You never told me why you were crying."

Ty's apology should have made me feel better. I should have been happy, but instead I felt worse. Ty had apologized for overreacting and that made me feel guilty. It reminded me of the lies I was telling him and everyone else I cared about.

Ty sensed my apprehension. I could tell by the way he tensed and I could feel the frustration and anger he was feeling. But most of all I could feel the care that he had.

"Rebecca why aren't you telling me what's wrong? What is going on?" Ty demanded. His tone was low, closer to a whisper than a shout but it felt worse than him yelling. If he was yelling I could get angry and yell back at him but I had no reason to be mad at him.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with much needed air. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath until I'd begun to get light headed.

"Ty I-I have something to tell you."