Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
But now he’s back to watching me, and I’m not sure why. If I had to guess, I would say it’s one of two things, the first one being the war that’s going on between my brother and the other families. It’s why I was pulled from school a month shy of graduation. The only other reason I could come up with is that he’s on to me. I don’t know how that would be possible, but I wouldn’t put it past him with the amount of resources he has.
I spent the afternoon by the pool getting some sun. I didn’t have to see Gilly to know he was there. Call me crazy–my friends do, anyway–but I could sense him. He was watching, and I was more than willing to give him a show of what he’ll never have.
After watching my brother and then the freaking Butcher fall madly in love and chase down their wives, I decided I would no longer beg for Gilly’s attention. In fact, at the moment I very much wish I didn’t have it at all.
My phone buzzes from under my pillow. I pretended to go to bed hours ago. I pull it out to see alerts from the BB group. My two best friends from prep school, both of whom are now enjoying summer break before they go off to college. One is headed to MIT, while the other will be going to CalTech.
I click into the program Magic made for the three of us to chat on. Most might think BB stands for Bad Bitches–which we are. Okay, maybe not Magic–she can be a softy–but really it’s the Bloody Badgers.
Ocean: These drones are so killer.
Magic: Do we have to call them killer?
Ocean: I can shoot shit with them. Why not?
Magic: The point was for them to be more eyes in the sky. Not actual weapons. That was just an added bonus.
Me: Well, sometimes you have to take a shot.
Ocean: Ahhhh! See.
Me: How is it going with the drone?
We swiped two over a week ago from Aztec Corp.
Magic: Oh, there is so much chatter about them being stolen right out from under their noses, but they’ll never find us. I might have sent them down another trail. One that leads to a dead end.
Me: Magic I love when you get devious.
It really was too easy for us to snatch the drones, or maybe I don’t give us enough credit. I can basically get in anywhere I want. My problem is I’m a bit messy. That’s where Magic comes in. The girl can clean up any trail I leave behind. As for Ocean, once she got her hands on the drones, she made her own little upgrades.
Ocean: I’m good to go. I’ve been playing with them all week. Magic and I tested them over some no fly zones, and she was able to keep me off their radar.
Magic: Of course I could. That shouldn’t even be a question.
Ocean: The real question is are you ready, Rebel?
Me: Always.
Ocean: All the way ready?
Me: Yes, Mom!
Magic: I really want to ask how you got your hands on dynamite so easily, but I’m not gonna.
Me: Me? Ask Ocean how she taught me to make a bomb in about three seconds.
Ocean: We all have our skills. Now let’s put them to use shall we?
Me: Going dark.
I send the message before I clear out the chat to slip from my bed. Normally I’d have Magic cover my trail from leaving the house, but I’ll have to deal with the fallout later once my brother or Gilly realizes I’ve snuck out and back in. I trust Ocean and Magic, but I don’t let anyone near the tech within our family home.
Plus, they might not notice. The house is still in a rebuilding phase after we got into a small war with another family. I’d been pissed at the time when my windows had gotten blown out, but now I’m rather thankful. I was here when it was put back together and the new alarm system put back on them.
I grab my black bag, slinging it on before I double check my 9mm. I slip it back into its holster under my hoodie and pull my gloves on. I’m going to need them–and not just for the fall.
I remind myself to give at the knees when I jump out the window from the second floor. I let the palms of my hands help brace me as I hit the ground. They also help me push off so I can take off at a dead run toward the trees.
When I get to the stone wall that lines our home, I scale it quickly, the gloves giving me the help I need and protecting my hands. Ocean was right about these things. As promised, I spot a car waiting for me a short distance away.