Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
He types back a few seconds later.
Jackal: You’re going to get us both in trouble. You realize that, don’t you?
Laura: Only if you’re crazy enough to try.
Jackal: I’m going to break into your house tonight, baby, and when I do, I’m going to fuck your pussy until you come screaming. Then I’m going to finish between your pretty lips and watch as you swallow every drop. You are my filthy fucking girl, little demon.
A whimper escapes my lips and I wonder if he can hear it. Fuck, I know it’s not going to happen, but I really, really want it to.
Laura: See you tonight then.
No more messages from Jackal. I finish my glass of wine, and for some reason, that little bit of flirting was exactly what I needed. I head back down into the basement, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and get back to work.
Chapter 19
Marco
Yep, I’m going to die.
There’s no doubt in my mind. I’ve gone insane, and tonight I’m going to get murdered.
Honestly, I deserve it. I should definitely get shot by a Bianco guard because only a completely suicidal moron would ever attempt something so stupid.
But here I am sitting in my car parked two blocks away from the oasis, ready to do something incredibly stupid.
I flip open my laptop on the seat next to me and connect to my mobile hotspot. Once I’m online, I head into the Bianco network, and start activating all the backdoors I installed. I systematically take over their security nodes, branching out further than just Laura’s house, until I find what I’m looking for.
Chances are pretty good that the Bianco IT guys will trace this hack. They won’t catch me, but they’ll sure as hell double their defenses from here on out, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to do something like this again. I make sure to leave one last hidden way into Laura’s camera network, praying that nobody finds it and I don’t lose access to her completely, before uploading the custom bit of software I spent all afternoon crafting.
It’s not too late. I can back out. There are plenty of reasons why this is a stupid idea. Mostly though, I’m letting my dick make my decisions, and my dick does not necessarily have my whole body’s best interests at heart.
“Fucking hell,” I murmur to myself and get out of the car. I pop open the trunk and release the drone I had waiting in there. The propellers whirl as it rises into the air, following its preprogrammed route and waiting on my next orders. “Might as well see if this works.”
Last, but not least, I grab the jackal mask.
The oasis is the Bianco family’s private fortress. It’s a single city block with one end permanently under construction, basically making it so that anyone who wants access to the houses has to enter through the other direction. The houses around the oasis are also controlled by Bianco-friendly affiliates, but I’m less worried about those. The guards only watch the primary residences.
And there are a lot of guards. Snipers on the roofs, men patrolling the streets. They’re always around and always ready, and they are extremely well-paid. A couple years back, my employer rammed into the oasis with armored cars and tried to kill everyone inside, but he was eventually beaten back. Ever since that attack, the Biancos have been on high alert.
I don’t plan on doing anything so obvious. Instead, I sneak through yards, hop over fences, and slowly make my way closer to the danger zone. I make it fairly close to Laura’s place, right to the front yard of the house behind hers, and I crouch between two trucks as I take out my phone and send a few commands to the drone. Once that’s done, I trigger the network virus, and I count to ten.
I’m going to die. Definitely, absolutely, without a doubt, I’m going to get shot in the fucking face.
But she’s worth it. I’m a very sick man.
In the distance, an alarm blares. It’s louder than I thought. Pops of gunfire sound, cracking like fireworks. There are shouts and screams, and I can just barely make out the muzzle flashes from my drone. I give it a few seconds, then I break from my hiding spot and make my way toward Laura’s place.
Any second, a sniper’s going to shoot me in the face. I sneak next to the house, staying in the shadows. Will I hear the bullet that kills me? Or will I just be dead? Doesn’t matter. I keep going, into the back yard, and to the fence line. I curse to myself the whole time, waiting for shouts as I jump it and land in the no-man’s-land between the oasis and the rest of the city.
I fucking run for it. “Don’t shoot me in the face, don’t shoot me in the face,” I mutter to myself. Laura’s house is just ahead as the sound of the alarm goes off. Bastards got there faster than I expected. The drone’s still whirring around, but it’s out of ammo and only a matter of time before they take it down. Poor drone, rest in peace.