“No. Whoever it is, is good. They have fucked with the cameras and system. They were in her room, but by the time we got in there, she was alone.” Cade responds.
“Did she see a face?” Kevin asks.
“No. We convinced her it was a nightmare by reassuring her the cameras didn’t pick up on anything.” Cade says, the aggravation in his voice coming through.
“Keep me updated.” Kevin says, “Any progress made with her?”
“No.” Cade growls into the phone.
“Step it up. We don’t need her to run off before everything is in place.” Kevin says.
“I don’t think she knows anything.” Cade says.
“Good. Then we don’t have to worry about her discovering anything.” Kevin says.
I chuckle. You should be worried about what I have planned.
“What are the plans with her?” Cade asks.
“After we gain her connections, we kill her,” Kevin says. “She isn’t needed after that.”
“How do you know about all this, anyway?” Cade asks.
“A friend. What’s with all the fucking questions, Cade?” Kevin asks. “You having second thoughts, boy?” The anger in his voice coming through.
“Of course not.” Cade says, gripping the phone in his hand.
“Good. Stop fucking questioning me. We are doing this for them. Don’t fucking forget that!” Kevin shouts, before the line goes dead.
“Fuck!” Cade screams, throwing his phone into the wall.
I pull up Cade’s number and attach the voice message, hitting send. I watch as he plays the message, tears slipping down his face, and I smile. Standing up, I grab my phone, heading towards the door. Time to deal with that prick, Kevin. He has become a problem. But first, I need to see my sweet peach.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
HACKER
“You ready for tonight, love?” I ask, packing more clothes into my duffle.
She hesitates for a moment. She takes a shuddering breath.
“Yeah. I’ll meet you at our spot.” I can hear sadness in her voice. Maybe it’s just the thought of leaving everything behind that is causing it.
“Are you having second thoughts, love?” I question, as panic sets in.
Is she having second thoughts about us?
“No, of course not!” She snaps.
There is the girl I love. I smile to myself.
“Good.” I chuckle.
“Kha?” She pauses. “You know I love you, right? That I would do anything for you?” She questions.
“Yeah, I do.” What the fuck is up with that shit? “You sure you’re good, love?”
I hear her suck in a breath.