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Courtney POV. Storm, why? Why would he do this? Who the actual f**k is he? Where did he come from? All the questions I have, I am going to have to find the answers myself. I can’t let anyone know who I think it is. Because if I do. Well, Storm will run. “Baby, who was it?” Kaden asks me and I snap out of it and look at him and my dad but shake my head. “Do you know who it was?” Yes, I do. “No, I don’t, but it was the mole. He called me on a withheld number. He knew I would find Michelle and Chloe. He thinks both are dead. It is safe to say he isn’t here.” I say to them both and walk to the dining table where the rest of the members are seated. I flash that fake smile I have perfected over the years. I may be screaming in my head, but on the surface I’m a picture of calm. Momma alway