What if I’m wrong?
What if it’s all a big coincidence that they had a meeting with daddy?
What if I’m destroying this guy’s life?
But then I remember what I saw on my Dad’s calendar when I hacked into his digital day planner. He had a meeting with these guys, and they were the last people to see him before hedisappeared. And Trinity is right about them being criminals. The kind that kill people and hide their bodies.
“I can’t stop now,” I whisper. “I’m in too deep.”
Trinity’s expression softens, and I can see the pity that washes over her face. “Then at least be careful. Please. You’re my best friend. I can’t lose you.”
My chest aches. “You won’t. I promise.”
We chat for a few more minutes about nothing important—her new tattoo, the guy she’s been seeing, the weather in Atlanta where she lives. Normal things. Things that make me feel less manic. Like I’m a normal nineteen-year-old girl and not someone spiraling out of control.
When we finally say goodbye, the silence in my loft feels suffocating.
I blow out a heavy breath and look around my messy loft. Maybe I should eat something, or sleep. Take a shower that lasts longer than five minutes.
Instead, I pull up Cyber’s files. He’s the Kings of Anarchy’s tech guy, and he’s good. Not as good as me, but good enough that I have to stay on my toes. I’ve been monitoring his activity, watching for any signs that he’s getting close to tracking me down.
So far, nothing. He’s working on something on a private server I haven’t had time to crack yet. I’m working on it, though. Just need to find the right backdoor and?—
My security system alert goes off.
I freeze, my heart suddenly pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. The notification pops up on my phone’s screen.
Motion detected at front entrance.
No. No, no, no.
I pull up the security feed. My dad might not have given a damn about me, but at least he installed decent security when I moved into this place. Four cameras cover every angle of the garage and the stairs leading up to my door.
Who’s out there?I lean forward, like that’s going to magically allow me to see whoever is just out of frame.
Eyes raking across the screen, I don’t see a single thing.
Then suddenly, a shadow at the edge of the screen moves.
Oh God. Trinity was right. They found me.
I slam my laptop shut and scramble out of my chair, almost tripping over the ethernet cord.
Shit, shit, SHIT!
My hands are shaking. Think, Frankie. Think!
Do I call the cops?
Just as soon as I think it, I know I can’t do that. What would I even tell them?Send help, the motorcycle club I’ve stolen hundreds of thousands of dollars from found out, and now they’re here to kill me?
That’ll only land me in the slammer.
I glance towards the only window. I could jump out and run, but I don’t have anywhere to go. There’s nobody left, other than Trinity.
Exhaling, I steel my shoulders. I’m going to have to fight my way out of here.
Darting across the room, I leap over my bed and dive into my closet. “Where are you, where are you?”
