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There are a few moments of silence while we consider the sandwich tray that Mrs. C snuck in while we were talking. Aside from Jackson, no one seems to have an appetite.
“What about what you found?” I’m ready to get the rest out in the open.
Bennet fills us in on what his PI told him, shows us the pictures, and tells us about the tight security. He also mentions the PI saw his father. He shows us pictures of a heated-looking handshake and Adley being escorted into the building.
“That’s all we’ve learned about the facility so far. We also reviewed the CCTV footage of the truck stop.” He makes surprisingly soft, caring eye contact with Six. “We clipped together all of the relevant footage so it’s easy to watch.”
Bennet turns his laptop around and plays the footage. The first frames are of Six nearly falling out of that monster’s cab, with no pants. My breath catches, and when I’m able to release it, it feels hot, like the fury inside me has set it on fire. My only consolation is that it’s his blood she’s cleaning off herself.
I swear to fucking Christ, I will meet that bastard in hell and make him pay. I’ll rip his dick off his body and shove it down his throat, then make him watch as I tear him limb from limb.
My body is shaking. I try to focus on the footage.
On the screen, Six has hidden in a cordoned-off area around some dumpsters. My heart thunders watching as the guard misses her and a truck comes to retrieve the trash. Someone, Micah I think, gasps when Six stumbles out of her hiding place, blood pouring down her face.
“Holy shit, babe.” Micah voices my sentiments exactly.
She takes a deep, steadying breath. “I think my head wound was self-inflicted. There was a tracker in my head. I don’t remember it, I just know it. They were tracking me.”
“And they…” Bennet adds, opening a different folder on his laptop. “They came from BioCere.”
On his screen are two photos, side by side. One was taken from the hospital security footage here in Barnaby Falls. The other, taken by Bennet’s PI at the warehouse in Raleigh. Armed guards, clearly working for the same company. BioCere.
Shit. Things just keep getting deeper.
We spend the rest of the evening going over every detail of what we know, trying to decide what to do next. Most of us, and by this I mean all of the guys, are inclined to pack it up and move somewhere remote.
Six is on the fence. She doesn’t think they’ll stop coming after us, but she isn’t sure why. Maybe Lukas is right, and her brain is starting to catch up to her body. Between the reaction with the clippers and remembering there was a tracker in her head, there are good signs her memory is coming back piece by piece. As much as I can’t help but want to shield her from those traumatic memories, it’s looking more and more like she isn’t safe without them.
Right now, the plan is to continue gathering information and seeing what we can do to build a case against BioCere and Jackson Adley, eventually getting the feds involved. Apparently, Bennet has been working to build a case against him for years and has a specific contact at the FBI he trusts.
We talk and plan well into the night, and even Jackson and Micah are one hundred percent serious. Bennet is firmly insisting we hire security and move somewhere else for a while. He’s worried he might end up leading his father right to us.
As we are discussing all of this, a startling thought occurs to me. Six cut that tracker out of her skull. Herself. And she did it to protect us. Because she had been coming to find us, to warn us about something.
Not bothering to excuse myself, I stand up and pull Six out of the room.
Six
Ahem.
“Well… goodnight I guess.”
Each of the other guys stand to kiss me goodnight with varying levels of knowing smirks. Jackson gives my ass a little smack on the way out. For a moment, it looks as if he is about to try the same thing with Luis, but the glare he gets helps him make a better decision.
I take Luis’ outstretched hand and let him lead me up the stairs and into my room, where he closes the door behind me.
He closed the door! My chest flutters.
That door has not been fully closed since we arrived. Everyone has been too worried I’ll have some kind of episode or fall and not be able to get up. To be fair I have had my fair share of issues. And it’s honestly sweet how concerned they all are.
But right now… that door is closed. Which can only mean one thing…
The moment the door latches and Luis turns around, I launch myself at him. If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it. He catches me smoothly, crushing his mouth to mine.
He kisses me deep and slow, a promise of what’s to come. My whole body is buzzing with anticipation. I can’t help but moan into his mouth, breaking away to strip my t-shirt off, dropping it on the ground.
As much fun as we’ve been having, these boys are still treating me like porcelain. All of the touching and sucking and caressing have been… well, fucking amazing. But I want more. I’m going to break one of them down eventually. And then I’ll tick them off my list, one by one.
