Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Hey.” I knock on the window.
“Megan?” the man asks.
“Yeah.” He unlocks the door, and I slip into the back. “You already got the location?”
“Yep.” The Lyft driver takes off. I pull my phone back out.
Me: Megan? Really.
She was the biggest bitch at our prep school. Her father was a senator or some shit.
Magic: You got your ride. That’s all that matters.
I let out a breath and try to relax. Being on home lockdown has been hard for me. I got to finish school remotely, but idle hands and all. Sometimes I peek into the dark web. Okay, not just sometimes.
I’m really not one that should get to judge about the drug trade since my family's business includes a touch of it, but this is different. I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill drugs. Sure, they do damage, but my focus is the creeps that produce ketamine and Rohypnol. I have a major problem with those. At least the reason these men are making it for. Their little lab is about to go up in flames.
“You sure this is where you want me to drop you?” the driver asks when we pull down into a warehouse district of town.
“Yep. There’s a rave nearby,” I lie as I get out.
“Where?” I hear him ask but keep walking, knowing Magic has paid the bill and cleared anything out that could trace any of us. I reach into my pocket and pull my ear piece out. The second it’s in place, Ocean’s voice is there.
“I see you,” she sing-songs.
I glance up and around, but I don’t see her. “I sure as fuck don’t see you.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Touché.” I walk quickly toward my target. “You got a scan?”
“Been watching all day. Thermal shows two men inside,” Ocean says as I slip my backpack off and pull out the small bombs she helped me make. I start to line them around the building one by one.
“Jarrod and Keaton?” I confirm. This was their little drug lab, after all.
“Yep, someone else showed up for about an hour, but they left. Had a hat on, and I couldn’t get a good enough scan of the face, so I don’t know who it was, but he’s not there now.”
“K,” I respond as I get back to work.
Magic is quiet, which isn’t surprising. As much as she wants to do this, I know she doesn't love the idea of anyone getting hurt. As for me, I don’t care if they both go up in flames, but I’ve lived a very different life than Magic. So has Ocean.
“Shit,” Ocean mutters as I set the last device. “We got a car. Same one from before. Oh God. He’s got a girl with him.”
I creep around to the front.
“She’s unconscious.” Magic finally speaks.
“What do we do?” Ocean asks.
“We might just find out who has better aim,” I tell her before I step out and pull my gun from the holster. Her drone can fire, but I have no clue how much she’s played with that feature. I don’t have any time to waste. I have to act now. I move quickly, stepping from the shadows and approaching the dickhead with the unconscious woman.
“Put her back in the car,” I order the man.
He freezes when he sees me. Not that there is a lot to see. I’m in all black with the hood of my hoodie pulled up to hide part of my face and hair. He stares at the gun but sizes me up. He knows I’m female and small.
I pull the gun off him and point it at the doorknob to the two-story warehouse and fire, hitting it before I swing it back toward him, letting him know I’ve got great aim.
“The fuck!” Ocean hisses, both of us knowing the two men inside would have heard that.
“Don’t make me tell you again.”
He steps back, placing the unconscious girl back into the vehicle.
“Close the door.”
He slams it shut. “Who are you?” he asks as I start to move around the back of the vehicle.
“Toss me the keys.” He does.
I snatch them from the air as the two asshats from the warehouse come peeking out the front door to see what’s going on. The wind blows, and my fucking hood falls back, but our eyes lock, and something about him is familiar.
“Who I am is the person saving your life,” I tell him before I fire one shot into his shoulder and a second into his outer thigh. He collapses to the ground as I run and jump into the car. He can’t chase me, but he also can't rush into that warehouse either. I floor it.
“What’s going on?” I ask Ocean.
“He’s lying on the ground. The dipshits have come out to help him.”
“I guess he saved their lives.” I sigh as I flip open the remote and push the button. The building blows. I watch in the rearview mirror as it goes up in flames.