Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Gia lets out a harsh laugh. “No thanks. The decomposing body conveys your message pretty clearly.”
Hector laughs. “Time is ticking, Gia, and I don’t like waiting.”
“Yeah, and I don’t like death threats, asshole,” she whispers under her breath.
I turn to Wild Man. “Is there anything you can do to help her? Put that money someplace else that she doesn’t know about?”
“Yeah, I can. But it will only make things more difficult for her.”
“How can you say that? If there’s no money, won’t that give her a few more hours before he kills her?” I’m frantic, and my chest is heaving with every labored breath I take.
“Chill, Preacher. If that money isn’t where she knows she put it, Hector will kill her immediately.”
“Besides,” Ace growls. “We’re not giving that money back. Period.” His expression is serious, lips drawn into a tight line, brows furrowed in deep concentration.
“Then we’re going? Now?”
Ace nods. “As soon as Wild Man gets up the layout of the building where they’re holding her. This time I don’t want any of those fuckers getting away.”
Shades nods. “It’s time for their luck to fucking run out.”
“Fuck yeah,” Coop growls. “We need to make sure all the exits are covered, even if that means bringing in the probies.”
“No prospects,” Ace growls. “Just us. We’ll just have to make our shit work as it is. Got it?”
We all nod, but more than a few curious looks go around the clubhouse, wondering what the fuck did Ace know that the rest of us didn’t? I knew he’d share with us in his own time.
“It’s a residential neighborhood,” Wild Man interrupts. “Should be an easy rescue. Three exits, front, back, and the left side. The property to the right is empty, and on the left, they got construction going on.”
“Good,” Shades nods. “That means privacy.”
“No surveillance, though, just a doorbell cam a few houses down the block, so we don’t know how many men are in there with Hector and Gia.”
“Then we just need to make sure we have enough guns and ammo,” Coop says with a gleeful smile.
The clubhouse doors open, and in strolls Jordi with a blank expression on his face. “What’s going on?”
“Club business,” Ace growls, a furious expression on his face. “Patched brothers only.”
Jordi frowns and nods before taking his sweet ass time, turning to leave.
“All right, it’s time to go,” I growl. “He’s not going to keep her alive all night.” The words send a chill down my spine, but I shake it off. It’s time for battle. God, help us all.
Ace claps once and whistles to get everyone’s attention. “Suit up. Gear up, and let’s fuck some shit up!”
A few minutes later, a parade of bikes exit the shop, and my shoulders relax.
Now to just get to her on time.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gia
“Jesus fuck! What is taking you so damn long? You’re supposed to be some great hacker, but all I see is dumb fucking bitch banging on a keyboard.”
Hector is frustrated but worse than that, he’s worried and anxious. He’s pacing back and forth, raking his hands through his hair, and he’s doing it right in front of my spot on the floor. Next to the dead chick.
And that makes me smile. Not the dead chick, but just how out of sorts Hector is about all of this. I may be a terrible liar, but he’s got a terrible poker face.
I lean back and sigh, watching the play of emotions on his face. “It takes time,” I whine loudly at him. My fingers move faster than they have ever moved before because there’s a lot to do before he decides to start looking over my shoulder and ask questions.
The dark web is a tricky place if you don’t know your way around it, but luckily for me, I know it better than I know my own damn neighborhood.
My research has netted me two more Iron Kings profiles, one for synthetic drugs and one for weapons, which lead to the discovery of four more crypto accounts.
Temptation beckons. Hard. But I have other, more important shit to do first.
“Do you deal in crypto?” I ask Hector. “That’s the best way to keep your money hidden from cops and tax collectors until you transfer it to fiat currency, of course.” If I can get him to give me access to one of those accounts, I’m going to do some naughty hacker girl shit.
Hector stops pacing and glares at me.
“Hell no. I don’t trust that shit. Just put it into the account you stole it from.”
He waves a dismissive hand in my direction and starts pacing again.
“I would,” I tell him, doing my best to keep the giddiness to myself, “but that account has been blocked.”
He freezes and glares down at me. “What the fuck do you mean, blocked?”
“It means someone tried to enter a room they don’t have credentials to enter. That’s a big no-no in these parts,” I tell him with wide, innocent eyes. He doesn’t need to know that I wandered in and out of a dozen rooms to piss off people enough to report me. He also doesn’t need to know that his little hacker boy Bowie doesn’t have a fucking VPN.