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“Okay, big ass dog,” she says, her fingers splayed out as if she’s not sure if she can pet him or run for the hills. “So you’re not so mean after all, huh?”
“Only if you come at any of us in a threatenin’ way,” Jett says cheerfully. “Then you’ll see another side to this big brute.”
I pat his head as I climb in next to her. Hustler hops in the front seat and Jett takes off.
“I need to call Molly’s family,” Payden says suddenly. “I need to be with her at the hospital. She doesn’t have anyone close by.”
I don’t like that idea, not one little bit. “Some crazy people just came in and shot everyone in your office, Payd. We don’t know yet what their motives are…”
“It has to have something to do with Cini Media,” she says. “The big case we’re all involved in. Molly is young, she needs me there.”
I sigh. “We’ll swing by as soon as the cops have spoken to her, okay?”
“B-but I’ll need to give a statement.” She’s already said that, but I give her some grace.
“I’ll call Willow. It’ll be okay.”
She nods, wringing her hands together. I’ve never seen her like this before and it’s unsettling.
Granted, she just suffered a horrible ordeal, and I’ve no clue how many people are dead up there, but from what I saw? Plenty.
“J-Jeremy.” She swallows. “My boss. I think he’s dead. I heard the guys talking and they said their boss won’t be happy because someone put a bullet in his brain.”
“What else?” I encourage. “What else did you hear?”
“That some guy called Cristoph was there and he was getting all the files but he needed more time.”
I pull her into my chest, cradling her. “Cristoph? Okay, baby, that’s good. I’ll tell Sawyer, he knows all the good hackers around here, assuming your files are encrypted?”
She nods. Not that it means much to a hacker.
“The system would’ve gone into lockdown. We have a recovery process in case we get hacked or the system fails,” she says.
“Okay.”
“I feel like I should be back there, trying to help people,” she whispers.
I don’t tell her there’s nobody left to help, not that I saw. Instead, I just pull her closer.
Titan looks up at us, giving me a once over because now she’s his subject, apparently I’m getting too close.
“Easy boy,” I say. “I know your dad said to protect her, but I’m one of the good guys.”
He doesn’t buy it, pawing at her leg until she tells him she’s fine, scratching him under the chin. “He’s definitely more placid than he looks,” she observes.
I wouldn’t have minded a Cane Corso. They’re awesome dogs, and scary as hell for intruders. Yet, Titan is good with the kids, loves a game of fetch, and is a huge pile of mush around babies. Like I said, he’s been trained and right now, he’s not in stealth mode, only Payden mode.
Instead, I got a three-legged French bulldog.
Speaking of which, I need to swing by and pick him up because we’re gonna be at the clubhouse until we get to the bottom of this.
“Need to stop at the bar,” I tell Jett. “Looks like Titan’s gonna have a new playmate to keep him company.”
“Heard about your new mutt,” he replies. “Gonna give Titan here a run for his money.”
That makes Payden laugh. For a second in time, she forgets about what just happened, and it’s then that I know she needs to be around the people who care about her.
Hustler keeps an eye on things while Jett waits in the van with Titan and Payden. I’m gonna have to call the contractors and either postpone, or tell them to let themselves in. Usually, I’d be there to supervise, but I could always ask Cash to send a couple of guys over, or even my brothers.
