Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
War and Z follow me into the building. I cut right, taking the stairs up the four flights. Cyberius must have been strapped for time when he picked this location. It’s not ideal, but I’m guessing he didn’t have much of a choice.
He was being sloppy, but lack of time can do that to you. Cyberius doesn’t have patience, and that’s why he’ll always be on the run. He might be good at what he does, but he is not good about the fallout.
I count my steps when I make it to the fourth floor, running my hand along the wall and stopping when I get to the second door. I lift my foot to kick but pause when I hear two voices speaking Italian, both panicking and cursing back and forth.
“Calm down, I got it,” Cyberius tells them. He doesn’t have shit. I listen for a few more beats, knowing Z and War are doing the same so we have a better lock on their location.
I smirk. Rather predictable, Cyberius. I wonder which family he talked into betraying us. We’re about to find out. I kick the door open. The cracking is loud but not as loud as the guns cocking.
We rush through the door. This isn’t our first rodeo. In war, Z and I always follow our protocol. I always enter the room first, followed by War and Z. Z is cutting in one direction, while War is moving in the opposite direction.
The power flicks back on, followed by shots being fired. Two bodies hit the floor, but I keep moving forward, pulling my knife out. My eyes lock with Cyberius, and I watch the color drain from his face.
The man looks rough, dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. He needs a shower, but I don’t think this empty building he took up residence in has one.
He starts to stand from behind the desk, but I'm on him. My hand gripping his shoulder, pushing his ass back down into his chair, I bring my knife down on his hand that’s resting on the desk, trapping it there.
He opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. Cyberius blinks a few times and fucking faints on me. His body slides out of the chair, his hand staying pinned to the desk. What a fucking disappointment.
Z barks a laugh.
I grab Cyberius by the hair, lifting him back to his chair. There’s no way in hell this motherfucker is getting off that easy. His eyes slowly blink open, but right now, I don’t give a flying fuck about him. War rolls over one of the two men.
“I don’t recognize him,” War says. Z hurries over, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture.
“Move,” I order them both, knowing I won't be able to keep them here once they piece together what is happening.
“Fuck,” War mutters and takes off on a dead run. Z follows behind us. “Dead or alive?” War asks, preparing to rush out of the building. He is asking if he can light the building up or not.
“Alive.”
Rocco, our driver, hops out of the SUV. “Top floor. Take him to the hole.” Rocco nods, heading inside as I hop into the driver's seat.
“What’s happening?” Nick asks as I peel out of the parking lot. Everyone ignores him.
“Found them,” Z says from the back seat.
“Found who? What’s happening?” Nick asks again. War turns in his seat, clocking Nick right in the jaw. I see him slump over in the rearview mirror.
“Who is it?” War asks, demanding to know. I’m sure he’s already having the same thoughts as I am.
“Scraps left over from the Amato family.” Z practically growls out the family name. Guess he’s still not over them trying to stake a claim on Cosima. I’m betting she’s not either.
I push harder on the gas. Cyberius knew Ellie was at the dress shop; that means the people connected to the Amatos know as well.
Chapter Thirty-Four
ELLIE
Ronan was right. The dress shop would piss off Cyberius and force his hand on whatever he might be planning. I know he has many things planned, and he’s working on them.
One by one I’ll nuke those projects, and I’m going to call out one company for using him. I’ll hand it over to Bruce, but if nothing happens, then it will force my hand, and I’ll make sure the world knows.
I’m over these slimy companies hiring people like Cyberius to do their dirty deeds or cheat the system. I am not the only one, either. Cyberius isn’t well-liked, and many want to see his demise. I’m sure when I open up these floodgates, they’ll be rushing in for their own reasons to dismantle his whole world. They’ll want to dig up all his skeletons and who bought and paid for them all.
“How’s it going?” Cosima drops down next to me, staring at the computer screen. “Did he get all jelly? I knew it.” Cosima answers her own question.