Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Biting her lip, she walked into the clubroom, giving a sigh of relief when she saw it was empty. She knew exactly where to go, so walking to the room the men used as their office, she slipped inside. During Mugg’s birthday party, she had figured out which room would hold the information she was searching for.
Slipping her phone out of her back pocket, she used it as a flashlight, not daring to turn on the overhead light. She slid into the chair behind the computer and turned it on.
The computer wasn’t hooked to the internet. The Predators wanted to make sure no hacker would get the club business accounts and private information.
It took twenty minutes to get past the password that had been set up. If Grace hadn’t told her their dogs’ names, she would have given up.
She practically jumped up and down in the chair as she sifted through the files. Hastily placing a flash drive into the computer, she also took a few pictures with her phone as backup, though she didn’t take many before putting the phone back into her pocket. She had exactly one hour before hell was going to descend on the clubhouse. As soon as the download to the flash drive was complete, she turned off the computer.
Pushing back the chair, she rose, turning to the doorway, and a small scream escaped her when she saw Jackal staring at her.
“Did you get what you wanted?”
Fear flooded through her bloodstream at his expression. Jackal was scary as shit when he wasn’t angry, but when he was, it was terrifying.
Casey decided to brazen it out. Maybe he hadn’t been there long enough to see what she had done. “I needed to check on a few things, but I didn’t realize it wasn’t connected to the internet.”
“Really? You’re going to stand there and lie about breaking into Ice’s computer?” he snarled. “Give me the fucking flash drive.”
Casey clutched the flash drive more tightly in her fist.
“What in the fuck is going on?” Max filled the doorway behind Jackal, his eyes going over her dressed body.
“I caught her at Ice’s computer. She has a flash drive in her hand.”
“How did she break the password?” he asked in confusion.
“That’s what I want to know,” Jackal said grimly, looking over his shoulder at Max.
“I didn’t fucking tell her!” he said angrily, glaring at her.
Casey swallowed hard at having the two men both furious at her.
Sounds were coming from the rest of the clubhouse as the other members came to investigate the raised voices.
“You didn’t tell her any shit you shouldn’t when you were fucking her?” Jackal asked, his scarred lip twitching. Casey didn’t think that was a good sign.
“Stump, call Ice and tell him to get his ass here,” Jackal ordered, turning back to stare at her.
Stump shot her an accusing look before pulling out his cell phone.
Casey knew she was in deep trouble from the glares she was being given.
When Jackal took her arm, she almost tried to jerk away from him, but terror held her back as he led her into the clubroom to a chair.
“Sit down before you pass out. We’re not going to hurt you, yet,” Jackal threatened.
As Max remained silent at Jackal’s words, Casey’s stomach sank. She hadn’t expected him to take up for her after having sex only one time, but she had counted on their parents’ marriage to save her from actual death. She might be proven wrong in that. All the men were eyeing her as if they wanted to strangle her.
“Ice is on his way. He said not to touch her until he gets here.”
While the room went silent as the rest of the men watched and waited, Max leaned against the wall next to the chair, watching her every move.
She started trembling when Jackal’s phone rang, and he stepped away, talking quietly. When he disconnected the call, he stared at her harshly.
“What in the fuck have you done?”
“I don’t…” He bent over her, grabbing her by the jaw.
“Do. Not. Lie. The cops are headed here.”
The door to the clubhouse opened, and Ice came inside. Jackal stood, taking his hand away.
“What’s going on?” Ice asked into the tension-filled room.
Jackal explained in a hard voice that he had caught Casey in his office on the computer. “She has a flash drive with all our shit on it, and Alex just called to give us a heads up. The cops are about to storm the clubhouse.”
If she had been terrified before, it was nothing compared to when Ice’s frozen expression turned on her.
“Destroy the computer. Thanks to her, we have a backup.” Ice walked toward her.
Casey cringed back into the large chair, waiting for him to strike her. Instead, he held his hand out.
“Give me the flash drive.”
Casey’s hand tightened in a death grip before reluctantly handing it to him.