Chapter 40
SIENNA
Skye, the gorgeous hacker of the MC has a room that’s both very feminine and ultra-high tech. Cute stuffed animals and matte black gadgets, all of it illuminated by ever-changing rainbow lights.
Her sleek jet-black hair is currently reflecting those rainbow lights as she sits with her face very close to one of the four monitors above her desk, trying to break into Kurt’s phone.
I’ve given her all the possible numbers and names he could use as passwords and of course it was his birthday. Because everything is always about him.
The left of the top two monitors is showing the outside, the area beyond the metal wall where groups of men dressed all in black, some with face masks on, are swelling by the minute. There must be over a hundred there already and more keep arriving.
I’m certain that even the tall wall around this compound can’t keep them out, and I’m sure the others know it too, though no one is talking about it.
But Rogue’s face is growing darker and more worried by the second as he checks out those screens, and Zane’s grip on my hand is getting tighter and tighter.
Skye isn’t finding anything that could make those masked men go away like I hoped she would.
Did I make a total mistake suggesting this route? Did I sign our death warrants by suggesting it? Wasted precious time while they could be making my husband talk in other ways?
And why?
Because I wanted to spare Kurt the pain? No. It had more to do with wanting to spare Zane from having to hurt him. I’ve done enough to damage his soul. It’s time for him to heal.
But will we even get that time now?
I was so sure they’d find something they could use on Kurt’s phone.
I grip Zane’s hand tighter too and smile as he looks at me out of the corners of his eyes. At least I can still smile. Even in the face of death. I couldn’t smile when I was with Kurt. Not anymore.
“I think I might have something,” Skye says in a near whisper. It has the effect of a siren going off. Everyone in the room, me included, leaps closer to her and the screen she’s pointing at.
It’s just a bunch of folders that I have to squint really hard to read the names of. But I’m pretty sure one of them reads, The Naughty Hydra Boss.
“Open that one,” Rogue says, pointing at this very folder.
Inside are photos of an older, mostly undressed grey-haired man in very promiscuous positions with very young girls. Other men are in the background of the photos.
Skye clicks on one of the videos and the photos we just saw basically come to life. The faces of the men and girls are very clearly seen as is the fact that they’re up to no good.
“This is one of the Hydra bosses. Might even be their top boss,” Skye says, pointing at the grey-haired man. “I haven’t been able to uncover very much about them, but I’m pretty sure about that. He’s in a lot of the photos I’ve been able to find about them.”
“Let’s check out some of the other folders,” Rogue says and pulls up a chair next to her.
They open a few and they’re all much the same. Except that sometimes instead of young girls, there’s young boys. Or lots of drugs. Or guns. In one set, I think maybe a young girl is dead next to the grey-haired man and a few others who all look very scared.
I look away, wrapping my arm under Zane’s. “I think my husband helped them cover up their crimes.”
“It looks like you’re right. But he made sure to record it all first,” Zane says. “Good thing you thought of it. Because we have enough here to send them packing, right?”
Rogue looks at me and grins. “I’m pretty sure, yeah.”
In the Naughty folder, there’s a video of just the grey-haired man’s face.
The voice that comes out of his mouth is a lot whinier than I thought it would be.
He’s panicking over the dead girl. Telling whoever is standing just out of reach of the camera—probably Kurt—that this needs to go away. That it needs to be taken care of.
“Send that to my phone,” Rogue instructs Skye and stands up. “It’s time to have a chat with the Hydras.”
He’s still grinning like a very happy cheshire cat. It’s contagious. Creed and Blade are grinning now too.
“This could get them off our backs for now,” Blade says. “At least long enough for us to find out who that poor girl was and what happened to her.”
“And once we do, they’ll be off our backs for good,” Rogue adds, grinning even wider. “We got them.”
Rogue turns to me. “And we couldn’t have done it without your help. Remind me of that if I’m ever giving you a hard time about the past again.”
“Will do,” I say, grinning too because it is that contagious.
“Let’s see if it works first,” Zane says. “But yeah, I see no reason why it wouldn’t.”
He’s grinning too. In fact, we all look like a bunch of cheshire cats. I just hope we’re not totally fooling ourselves over how effective this video footage will be against the mass of enemies outside the walls.