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)
“I suppose.” Cyberius was monitoring anyone coming and going from the Marino property, so he knew the second we pulled out.
He tracked us the whole way to the shop, jumping from one camera to another. Z threw up a few roadblocks for Cyberius to have to maneuver around quickly, and when you have to be that quick, you tip your hand, leaving behind breadcrumbs.
I already knew where he was, but Cyberius can be a slippery bastard, so I wanted to be able to double-check, and this allowed me to do that. I didn’t want to send the men on a wild good chase.
“So.” Cosima is hovering close, while Tova and Rochelle are picking out more dresses for me to try on. The one they talked me into already is itchy, and I hate it. I belong on the top of a cake with how fluffy I am. I can’t answer her; I’m counting in my head the steps Ronan told me it would take to get him to the top floor of the building.
“Turning the power back on,” I tell her as I keep moving through the system when Cyberius comes back online. I smirk when I see he’s idle and stop hiding my tracks, going in like a wrecking ball, not giving a shit who sees it or knows that it’s me.
“Holy shit,” Cosima gasps when I get the camera on his computer to turn on. “That’s him?”
“I hope so.” Or else Ronan put his knife through the wrong person's hand. Going off the messy brown hair and the strange jawline, it is. I was only able to scrape up a few pictures of him. It wasn’t easy. Cyberius would step into my traps but was good about getting out of them. The ones he caught on to, that is.
Cyberius shakes his head, sitting up straighter, his eyes slowly blinking. He appears dazed, his hair sticking out in different directions.
“What, ah!” he screams, noticing the knife sticking out of his hand. I can see the immediate panic in his eyes.
“That looks like it hurts. Seems like Ronan is trying to best me with his knife skills. This is bullshit.” Cosima couldn’t care less that Ronan had stabbed Cyberius, just that he did it so well.
“Marks?” he whimpers, his eyes coming to the computer screen. I turn my cameras so that he can see me. “You’re here.”
“Everyone will know who you are and what you’ve done. I win,” I tell him.
“All I do is win, win, win no matter what,” Cosima sings T-Pain. I can’t help but snort a laugh. It was her favorite thing to say into the mic when we played video games together. She enjoys riling the boys up online.
"You have to help me, Marks. He's the crazy one. I’m trying to save you from him. You have no idea who you're dealing with," Cy says, completely ignoring Cosima.
"You're right." I nod in agreement. His brows rise in surprise, and Cosima peeks over at me. "I thought he would have taken one of your eyes."
Cyberius gapes at me before realizing I’m not going to help him. He wraps his hand around the knife. For a second I think he is going to get up the courage to pull the knife out, but just as he makes a move, a bag is thrown over his head.
Rocco pulls the knife out, making Cyberius scream like a little bitch behind the hood.
“Well then.” Cosima stands, offering me her hand, pulling me to my feet. “I told War it would all be okay.” He didn’t want Tova going, but he knew how upset she’d be if he didn’t. It’s adorable how she has War Marino wrapped around her tiny pinkie. “And that dress is terrible,” she adds.
“Then why did you make me try it on?”
“It was a group decision,” Cosima tries to say in her defense as her phone starts to go off. My computer dings too. I still have it running and pulling information off Cyberius' computer along with his main server.
It’s an alert, making my stomach drop. I told Ronan I’d keep a tracker on me that only he could access if I could do the same and have a panic button. He said he didn’t need one.
I want to laugh that I’ll get to rub this in his face, but it’s so not the time. He must be in trouble.
“Yeah, we’re in the—” Cosima’s words dying suddenly on her tongue have me glancing up at the same time an arm wraps around me from behind, yanking me into whomever it is. I let out a yelp of surprise.
Damn it. That alert was for me, not Ronan.
“The fuck are you?” Cosima is glaring at the man behind me. My heart sinks when I feel the gun press into my back.