I’m not going to ask my dad
His eyes meet mine. Fuck. What would Mom think if I showed her this email? I’d have to explain how Jack got it. It’snot something that should send her into a panic, but what if this is something more?
I don’t want to think about my mom and Mr. Foster, but it could have been an affair. She seemed cagey when I brought up Mr. Foster before. It’s obvious he’s at least had one woman since his wife died.
But I can’t see my mom having an affair with him. Not with the way she’s talked about my father. Fuck, I can’t ask her about this if she’s going to tell me she had an affair with Luke’s father. That’s not something I want to know.
Death (Luke):
Wait and see what else we find
I glance up at him and he smiles.
Death (Luke):
It could have been anything, princess
He’s right. It could have been anything. I blow out a breath.
“Fuck!” Jack startles everyone. “I’ve got the fucker. That’s right, asshole. I’m coming for you.”
“What the hell, Jack?” Caden looks at Jack like he’s lost his mind.
Jack’s fingers move over his keyboard so fast the keys clack over my speaker. “I’ve got them. They tried to tailgate into my system.”
“Oh-kay.” I’m still worried about Jack. He’s not sleeping enough.
“Fifteen more minutes,” Luke says and taps his screen. “That’s all, including you, Jack. We need sleep if we’re going to have a good practice tomorrow and keep our girl safe.”
The other guys nod, but Jack is focused on his second screen. I can’t even offer him incentive to look at me. Until we can beone hundred percent certain no one is watching, no nudity. And we won’t leave them on overnight either.
It’s too much of a risk for someone who might be watching us. They don’t need to know who I’m sleeping with.
“It’s okay. I’ll have this fucker in a few more minutes.” Jack doesn’t glance our way.
I open my mouth to ask what the plan with the hacker is, but instead, pick up my phone and type it into the group chat.
Apocalypse (Nico):
Use them to help Jack
Me:
They helped Sidney
Pestilence (Eli):
Meaning they can be bought
Me:
What if they don’t want money?
War (Caden):
Everyone has a price, little nympho
Maybe they do. But not everyone wants money. What will this cost us?
