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“And can you tap into that thing?” Prez asks.
“Yeah sure, here it is,” she pulls up a map on the screen with pinpoints dotted everywhere Ella has been, it’s detailed down to how fast she travelled between destinations.
“Can you find out who this feeds to?” I ask Maddy. She nods and in a few more clicks some weird numbers come up on the screen, when she clicks them it reveals an address.
“That’s her home address,” Prez says under his breath. “Jackson is keeping tabs on her.”
Maddy clicks back to the map where it shows the car is stationary at her home.
“What’s that?” Prez presses his finger to the screen, where two green dots stand out from all the others because they are set further away. Maddy zooms in on them, and I look up at the ceiling, cussing Nyx in my head when I see where they’re located.
“That’s here in Manitou Springs,” Prez leans closer to the screen. “Closer, move that thing closer.”
Maddy does as he asks, and he clutches the back of her chair when he sees where the dots are situated.
“What the fuck was she doing at the studio last night?” he asks.
“Nyx,” the name comes off his mouth like venom. “What was he thinking bringing her there?”
“Well it looks like she took herself, it’s her car,” Maddy points out chewing on her nail, she knows as well as I do that this is bad for Nyx too.
“Wait, something else just flagged up,” she says, clicking a few more times until another number comes up on the screen, then an address that makes both me and Prez freeze.
“What’s that address showing up for, Mads?” I ask nervously.
“There have been a lot of searches on her name that have come from that IP address in the past week or so, advanced kinda searches.” She turns around to look at me, and my worry matches Prez’s.
“What is it?” she asks, concern clouding her pretty features.
“That’s the Bastard compound address,” I breathe out, my eyes darting to Prez and watching his rage build.
“What have those searches uncovered?” he asks Maddy through his teeth, one hand resting on the table while the other looks like it might lift the chair she’s sitting in and throw it.
“Well not a lot, the judge is registered as her father on her birth certificate, he’s next of kin on her medical records. According to the World Wide Web, she’s legit his daughter.”
“Good,” Prez nods, swallowing his bitterness, and I sense his sadness as he straightens himself back up.
“What do we do now, Prez, you want some of us to go pick her up, bring her in for protection?”
“No,” he shakes his head, breathing through his nostrils.
“I want you to bring me Nyx.”
Seriously, does this woman have an off switch? Marilyn has rambled all the way into town and she’s still going strong. I find it hard to be rude to her, she may be damn annoying, but her heart is in the right place. I don’t know much about Maddy’s mom, other than the fact she was a whore for the Bastards before shit went south. And that she must feel bad for the way she neglected Maddy back then, because she sure overcompensates for it now. She acts like a mother to everyone. Even Prez.
The whole drive back from Denver I’ve thought about ways of telling Prez about me and Ella. It’s a huge risk, and there’s no telling how things are gonna go off. I have no plan in place, nothing I can reassure her of. But it’s something that has to be done. I’m a lot of things bad, but I’ve decided I really fuckin’ hate being disloyal.
I pull up at the compound, and drive Marilyn back to Jessie’s cabin, promising after her three-mile lecture about me needing to eat better, that I’ll come over after a shower and join them for dinner.
I’m just about to step inside my own cabin when I hear Jessie calling me across the yard.
“Nyx.” I look over at him, not liking the worried look he’s got on his face one bit.
“Prez wants to see you, he’s down at the club.” He hobbles closer and lowers his voice in case anyone’s listening.
“It ain't good, man. Prez got a tip, The Bastards have been lookin’ in on Ella, and the Judge has been tracking her car.”
Panic hits me first, followed quickly by raging anger that feeds the instant need to cause pain. My hands curl into fists, my jaw locks and all my muscles tense.
