Page 139 of Wrecked
“Addison,” Z said, “Stay close to him.”
“Dad, I’m a little insulted. I lived in the Middle East for two years tracking down a vicious terrorist. This is nothing compared to that. Anyway, I’m taking you to Carole Jean’s for your birthday this week.”
“We can reschedule,” he said.
Hawk’s phone binged with another text.
“I made the reservations months ago. I’m going to be in disguise, but I wanted to let you know Hawk will be joining us.”
“Wonderful,” Z replied. “I look forward to it.”
Hawk could hear the smile in her dad’s voice.
Addison hitched an eyebrow. Z was formal and standoffish with everyone, but never with him.
“See you Thursday.” Z ended the call.
Addison gawked at him. He said nothing.
“Okay, spill it,” she said. “My dad shows no emotion with anyone, ever. You guys are joking, joking with each other. He’s looking forward to seeing you. What is up with that?”
Hawk could blow it off or he could open up about himself and his past. As he stared into her eyes, he knew the direction he wanted to take.
“Z and I—”
His phone rang again. This time, Addison jumped out of her chair and retrieved it. “It’s a Ken Stoolin.” She held out the phone.
“It’s work. It’ll take a second.”
He answered, “Nicholas Hawk.”
“It’s Ken Stoolin. We’ve got a problem.”
“What’s going on?”
“Sabrina and I had a party last night,” Ken explained. “Things got a little crazy. No big deal. What we do in our home stays in our home, right?”
“Not sure where you’re going with this, Ken.”
“Some of our X-rated videos have been posted online.”
Hawk grabbed his laptop from his office, returned to the kitchen table and put the call on speaker so he could login. “Hold on, I’m checking your account.”
“Fucking nightmare,” Ken mumbled.
Hawk clicked on the client’s account. At first glance, everything appeared normal. “I’m looking at your account now.”
“Look all you want. There are videos of guests doing some crazy-ass things with my wife. And there are videos of me in there as well. My private orgy is trending!”
Hawk jumped online and found the videos.Dammit. Whoever had posted the videos had written, “This is what happens if you trust Hawk Security to protect your home.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“I have no idea how this happened,” Hawk said.
“Well, that’s not my problem,” Ken said. “Send a team down here tomorrow to take out your piece-of-shit security system.”
“Let me—”
