Ripper lifts his hands, his mouth opening, but clamping it shut when I give him a look.
Trouble is happy to tuck the gun in his waistband before guiding her back to her computer. “Hex, we need to see the feeds. We’re on a limited time.”
She scowls. “Fuck you.” Enunciating the words, she screeches when one of her monitors takes a bullet from my gun.
“The cameras,” I repeat, this time seething. “Where is he?”
“He’ll kill you,” Trouble promises, causing her to swallow. “It would be a terrible waste of talent if he had to.”
Hex shakes, with either fear or rage. I can’t tell. She coasts toward her monitors and jabs into her keyboard before two of her screens fill with camera feeds.
“Fuck.” Moving toward her, I stare at what has to be at least thirty feeds. “What in the hell are you watching over?”
Makes me wonder if I need a few more cameras installed in mine.
Trouble pulls out zip ties, much to Hex’s dismay. He straps her to her chair. “The bastard is crazy. Thinks everyone is out to get him.”
“You really think a few of you are going to be able to take us down?” She forces out a laugh before flinching under Trouble’s frown. “The only reason he hasn’t attacked is because you aren’t a threat. You’re—”
“Hex.” He squeezes her shoulder. “Stop talking.”
Approaching her, I kneel so I’m at her eye level. Staring at her, there’s no denying the way she squirms. “Are you the one who got him those names? The ones that found their way on a list in my clubhouse?”
Her brows pinch together, her lips pinching together before she jerks her eyes away.
“How did you do it? How did you find them?” My jaw clenches, and I try to keep my anger under control.
I need to know whether I’ll have to worry about others finding out about Pen and Raven. If the cops even get a whiff of them, they’ll take them to prison. They’ll try to.
“If I kill you right now, I won’t have to worry about them getting found again, will I?” My mouth curves, and she flinches.
“Your systems were really easy to get into, okay?” Her breathing quickens as she shakes her head. “Facial recognition is a thing. All I needed was a screenshot of your feeds.” Her words start flowing in a blur. “But hey, I can give a couple of tips to whoever runs your security. I can’t do that if I’m dead.”
She’s shaking in her seat. Guess it’s easier for her to be stronger hiding behind a screen.
“That’s the only thing keeping you alive then.” Moving to stand, the pain of a headache pulses behind my eyes.
Returning to Ripper, I realize he’s still patiently waiting. “Okay. What’s the bad news?”
It can’t possibly be worse than all the information I already have going into this.
He throws a thumb behind him. “Warden got shot.” He motions at his shirt. “He’s a squirter.”
Shoving him out of the way, I leave the room to find our road captain clutching at his thigh on the other side. “What the fuck.”
“Can barely feel it.” Warden hisses low, shaking his head. “How the hell do you guys repeatedly eat bullets? This is hell.”
“Live through it, and you’ll join the club,” Ripper encourages as I pass by him. “Women find scars sexy, trust me.”
I don’t have it in me to tell him that he’s an idiot.
Searching the hacker’s room, I hunt down a cord that won’t take out her systems. Not knowing a damn thing what I’mlooking for, Trouble helps me out by ripping out one of the HDMI cords from the broken monitor. Winning a few more points, I return to Warden.
“This is going to hurt.” Jerking my chin at Ripper, he helps me wrap his thigh before we pull tight enough to make him cry out. The makeshift tourniquet will have to do for now. “Does she know your blood type?”
Warden curses and shakes his head. “Don’t tell Leah.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Yanking on the cord tighter to double check it’s good, I repeat my question.
