Page 46 of Deadly Scandals

Where was my father now? I had tried to find him and had never been able to. I knew Mia’s father was dead.

Holy shit.

A horrifying thought passed through my head.

What if Mia was my long-lost sister?

I gazed into her hazel eyes. I had naturally blonde hair and blue eyes, and Mia had dark hair and hazel eyes. We looked nothing alike.

But appearances could be deceiving. Especially because she had gone through extensive plastic surgery.

I was twenty-six, and Mia was now twenty-three. And I had been a little over three when my sister was taken.

It was possible.

I remembered holding my baby sister, kissing her forehead, counting her toes. Her hair had been light brown, but her hair could’ve darkened. Had her dad kidnapped her because she was his kid, not my dad’s? And had my mom known all along that he could’ve been a suspect in the kidnapping?

I had read the files. There had been no mention of a lover. She would’ve been raked over the coals by the base gossip queens if it had been discovered that she’d had an affair. Had my mom chosen pride over finding her baby?

I looked back at Mia, who was now biting her lip. Why was she so nervous? Did she know she was my sister? Had she brought me this picture as a way to get me to trust her? So I would grow close to her, and then she could use me to feed information to the cartel?

Or was she truly clueless?

No. She couldn’t be clueless. I had to remember who I was dealing with. A cold, calculating bitch. A woman who had literally destroyed her body to trick her ex into believing she was a Ukrainian stripper.

What kind of con was she trying to pull now?

What were the chances that I would be reunited with my sister as my partner years later? This was insane. This was so unlikely and ridiculously coincidental that I was stupid to even think about it.

Except I didn’t believe in coincidences.

And I would leave no stone unturned in the search for my sister.

Even if she was the bitch standing in front of me.