Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
"Oh, I think he lost it. He walked toward a speeding vehicle like he was in a James Bond movie." Jax stands.
"I'm a good shot." I have always been skilled when it comes to weapons. Some may say I’m overconfident, but I don’t see it that way. I’m not afraid to protect what’s mine. In that moment, I knew I would do anything to keep Bonte safe.
"Yeah." Jax steps towards me. "What if it had been bulletproof? Then what?"
"I realized it wasn't bulletproof after the first shot."
"And then what?" He steps closer; I can see the anger in his eyes.
"Backup was coming."
"Fuck you." Jax steps even closer, right in my face. "I'll kill you myself next time."
"All right, lovebirds." Damon pushes between us. "This went from James Bond to a love scene. I was sure you were about to kiss."
"Stupid," Jax mutters, shaking his head and turning around.
“You telling me that you wouldn’t put yourself in harm's way for Kinsley?” I don’t really care if Jax thinks what I did was stupid. I know he’s coming from a place of love, but like I said before, I will protect Bonte at all costs. Even if one of them is my life.
“You ending up dead doesn’t help any of us.” I see he doesn’t bother to answer my question because he knows I’m right. He’s being a hypocrite.
“Enough,” my dad says, letting us know not to utter another word. “This isn’t helping. Channel all that pent-up rage against the enemy, not each other.”
I actually listen to Jax’s advice and take a few deep breaths. “Do you have anything on the man yet?”
“Nothing.” Dad shakes his head. “His prints don’t match any. We’re still running through a couple of databases, but there isn’t going to be a hit.”
“Because he is an agent?” I ask him.
“I don’t know what he is, but if he is, he might be rogue, and he’s not working alone.” I walk over to the couch and sit down.
“You think they wanted Bonte dead or alive?” I hate speaking the question, but it needs to be said. This is a riddle I can’t figure out.
“It has to be alive.” Damon takes one of the seats in front of Dad’s desk, kicking his feet up. “Either way, I’m sure her father is all kinds of pissed. We could lay low and let him take them out.”
“We can’t predict or trust crazy.” I’m not down with this plan.
“Don’t say that. I trust you.” Damon smirks.
“I’m not fucking crazy.” I shake my head. “Apparently, I’m a barbaric sociopathic Neanderthal.”
“You too?” Jax finally relaxes.
“Must run in the family,” Dad adds.
“Thank all the gods she skipped me.” Damon’s day will come. We all know it. I’d gladly take a front row seat to that show, but I have better things to do. Bonte.
“These men have to be agents,” I say, cutting back to why we’re all here. “I mean, is anyone looking for her?” If she belongs to WITSEC, you’d think they’d be scrambling to find her. I have no doubt they clocked the second she was at school.
“At this point, I’m inclined to believe that. At least they were at some point.” Dad says. I don’t think they are agents anymore.
“That’s what I was thinking too because of her father. They used Bonte as bait, and then when that went to shit and her father killed a bunch of FBI agents, they put her into WITSEC. It has to be around the bait and it blowing up in their faces. There is something there I’m not getting.” I run my hand across the top of my skull. I keep circling back to that. It’s messy, and the Feds don’t do messy.
“And WITSEC is going to make it a whole lot harder to find anything, including what agents are assigned to her case. We don’t even know the agents that her father killed,” Dad adds. I’m sure their names are up on a wall somewhere. Whatever family they did have believing a story told to them about their deaths. If they have a family.
“If they still worked with WITSEC, they would have come in the front door of the school today and simply taken her and disappeared,” I point out.
It’s hard to become a ghost, but if the government is involved, it’s possible. WITSEC is no joke. It’s an inter-curate web. They would have walked into that school, and when they walked out, they’d be long gone before anyone could even think to question.
Dad nods in agreement. "They would have, and at this point, War and I would have been reached out to. If this was truly a clean case. Especially if they see we're looming around her. I have a handler, and he would have been on me about it. He's an annoying bastard."