Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Just the usual.”
“Hmm.” He adjusted himself as he said, “I’d offer you a distraction, but Bones would have my ass.”
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.” I chuckled as I got up and tossed my yogurt in the trash. “I think it’s time for me to call it a night.”
“I’m right behind ya.” As we started down the hall, he decided to give it one final go. “If you ever decide to ditch Bones, you know where to find me.”
“I do, and I won’t.”
Without saying anything more, I went into my room and closed the door. I crawled back into bed, and as soon as curled up on my pillow, I found myself wondering if Wyatt was still awake. I reached over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, then sent him a text message.
Me:
Hey.
Just checking to see if you were awake.
I waited a few minutes, then sent him another.
Me:
I guess you’re out. I hope you sleep well.
Goodnight.
Feeling a bit disappointed, I tossed my phone back onto the table, then laid back on my pillow. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that we weren’t under a lockdown and the guys hadn’t asked me all those strange questions about Ben. I told myself that it was a night like any other night, and when the sun rose the following morning, everything would be back to normal.
Only the following day things weren’t back to normal.
Not even close.
CHAPTER 14
Bones
“How in the fuck did he get all this shit?” Cotton ran his hand over his face. “Hell, I didn’t even know Darby was taking art this semester, and this motherfucker knows the day, the time, the name of the professor, and the exact GPS coordinates of the fucking art building.”
“He’s got Mia and Wren’s schedule, too. He’s got them all.” It gutted me to hear the anguish in Stitch’s voice. I knew what he was feeling. I felt it, too. “What time they go to work. When they go to the gym. Where they get their fucking hair done. He even knows where they get their fucking groceries.”
I was just as angry and shaken as my ol’ man.
Hell, my blood ran cold when I opened the email and saw the images of my brothers and their families. And I nearly lost it when I saw Elsie’s beautiful face on my screen. I scrolled through, noting what the file did and did not include, and there was no doubt it was bad.
I had no idea how bad until we printed it all off.
The file included information about every member of Fury, including their address, their occupation, and daily itinerary. They had the model of the bikes we rode, how long we’d been members, and they had the same information on our significant others and all the children.
I had to admit it was fucking impressive.
He must‘ve spent hours and hours collecting that kind of intel, and I’m not just talking about your basic hacking. He did that and more. He and his men had to have been watching us for months, which explains why we hadn’t had any contact with them since the day Q and Rooster were kidnapped and beaten. But it didn’t explain why he’d taken them in the first place.
He had all the information.
He didn’t need to kidnap and beat them.
It was that thought that had me going back to look over everything we’d collected from the warehouse. I was going over my notes when I heard Cotton ask, “What’s this guy trying to prove by having all this shit?”
“He’s not trying to prove anything,” Stitch answered. “He’s trying to rattle us, and he succeeded. I’m definitely rattled.”
“You and me both.” Cotton tugged at his thick beard. “I gotta admit, it’s been a while since… Anyway, what the hell are we gonna do about this guy?”
“We’re gonna burn his ass to the ground. That’s what we’re gonna do.” Stitch’s voice grew fierce. “He may have our addresses, but we have his, too! I say we go there and …”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I interrupted.
“And why not?”
“The only reason why we know who he is and where he lives is because he wanted us to know. That’s not the kind of guy you go after with guns blazing,” I warned. “We need to know exactly what we’re going up against with this guy, or we’re gonna fail.”
“Fury never fails.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” I could tell by their expressions that my father and president weren’t happy about my response. I hated to piss them off, but that didn’t make it any less true. “I’m not saying we can’t beat this guy. I have no doubt that we can, but we gotta think this thing through.”
“He’s right. There’s no way he did all this on his own.” Cotton turned to Big as he said, “You think you and Bones can find out more about our Mr. Davenport? Most importantly, who he’s working with?”