Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“I love you too,” she called after me.
When I entered my office, I did a double take. Everything was clean. The only sign of the last week and a half was the clutter on my desk, and even that wasn’t as bad as it normally was. It didn’t reek of curry or onions or sweaty gym socks any longer, and all the pizza boxes, chip bags, and Red Bull cans were gone from the corner. Even the coffeepot Danica had set up outside my office was now inside the office in that same corner. The scent of freshly brewing coffee hit me like a shot of adrenaline. Snagging a cup, I inhaled deeply of the wonderful aroma.
I was ready to do this. More than ready.
I sat, flexing my fingers as I took a breath to center myself. Then I got to work.
Two hours later, I was grinding my teeth. Not in frustration. In anger. Thank God it was Sunday. If not, I might not have enough time to stop a disaster from happening.
“I’ll be back, love.” I tried to speak calmly as I snagged my phone and a gun from my desk drawer but wasn’t sure I’d pulled it off.
“What’s going on?” Dani had been reading a book on the couch in front of my desk. True to her word, she hadn’t left my side even once since she’d brought my breakfast. God, I loved this woman!
“I’ve got to get the others ready. What time is it?”
“Just after ten. What is it, Wylde?”
“I tracked the two users on my server I had the bad feelings about. My instinct was right. This is all related.” I checked my weapon, making sure the clip was full but didn’t chamber a round -- I wasn’t ready for that yet -- then holstered it before snagging one more handgun and doing the same. “I’ll be back. We’ve got to plan this thoroughly or there could be problems.”
“I’m coming with you, Wylde.” She stood and I pulled her to me with one arm, giving her forehead a hard kiss before snagging her hand and hurrying to find Sting. I sent a mass-alert text, calling for the officers to assemble in church. It was a security measure I’d been working on improving since the attack on us a couple of months ago that had injured some of our women. Especially Bella. I had found the problem too late to prevent it, but I’d upgraded our alert system substantially in the days and weeks after.
I met Sting and Brick in the hall as they answered the summons. Neither man looked annoyed I’d done this, which, considering it was Sunday and they always tried to take that day as what we’d started calling family day, surprised me. Also, I was surprised the others weren’t right behind them.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“On the way. Clutch said to start without him if we had to, but he was on the way.”
“Start without him?” My anger spiked. “I wouldn’t have sent out an alert just ‘cause I fuckin’ felt like it!”
Sting’s brows knit together. “Take it easy, Wylde. He was under a car when the alert went off. He’s just taking time to scrub the worst of the grease from his hands. And shrug off his coveralls.”
“What the fuck is he doing that deep in grease on a fuckin’ Sunday?” This was insane! “I’ve got critical information, and we need to act today before the school opens on Monday!” I opened the door to Church, continuing to rant and mutter. “Thank fuck it’s so early in the morning. Might be able to stop this guy before he can get to the school and plant more guns in case he runs out of ammo.”
“Wylde?”
“If we let the cops and school officials know today, they can make plans and have a working solution in place.”
“Wylde.”
“I might have used nefarious means to get the info I did, but if they can prove they’d have discovered the evidence eventually, without my help, they might be able to use it in court anyway.”
“Wylde!” Sting grabbed my arm, spinning me around.
“What?”
“Today’s Wednesday. Not Sunday.”
I stared at him, not sure I heard him correctly. “Wednesday.” This was not computing. “It’s Sunday. It has to be Sunday!” My heart pounded and suddenly the room wasn’t big enough or had enough air. My lungs seized and a panic threatened to overwhelm me. “No fuckin’ way! NO! It’s fuckin’ Sunday! It has to be!”
“Wylde, tell us what’s going on.” Sting’s grip on my arm tightened.
“Wylde?” Dani stepped between me and Sting, placing one palm on my chest, the other on my cheek, urging me to look down into her upturned face. “Talk to me. We can’t fix whatever this is unless you tell us what’s going on.”
I swallowed, taking a breath before nodding once, then facing my president and vice president. “I told you about JustMadness and SoulHunter15.”