Page 32 of Undercover Hacker

I couldn’t hold back the question anymore. The need to understand why she hadn’t killed Yermushin years ago was eating at my insides.

“If you are such a good killer, why didn’t you kill Yermushin years ago for killing our parents?”

Kat’s face went pale at my words. Antonio’s glare was full force.

“He didn’t kill our parents. Sanchez took that group out years ago. He told me he tracked them down.”

Was Kat too young to remember the man's face? When I closed my eyes at night, it still haunted me in my dreams. “Sanchez lied. Yermushin is the one that pulled the trigger on Mom.”

“I didn’t know.”

There was no way to fake the devastated look on Kat’s face. She had been led down the wrong rabbit hole, too.

“Do you have the recordings, Kat? If you have him on tape, I need them. This is what my brother needs.” Zane was right. Zack could use them to take Sanchez down. I also planned on going through my documents when I got home. Something else was not sitting right with me. I think I must have some information he doesn’t want me to have, and he is trying to get it back.

“Sorry to break up the lovely meeting,” Brock said over the computer, “but you have incoming guests.”

All the men in the room reached for their side arms. The air in the room became thick with tension. Not wanting to wait for Brock to give a step-by-step of the incoming, I reached for the laptop in front of Zane and switched Brock off. After a couple of keystrokes, I was in a private browser and had a connection that wasn’t traceable.

The hotel never changed the default password on the camera system. I got the hotel feed on the first try. The spare laptop on the table came alive with Brocks pissed-off face on the screen.

“Not cool, Sophie. I was about to give you guys the feed.”

“Already have it, and I’m pulling up the satellites as we speak. We didn’t need your ugly mug on the big screen. Zane and Antonio need to see the feed and get us out of here safely.”

Zane leaned over my shoulder. His muscular scent was intoxicating. “Can you pull up the schematics of the building?”

Before he could finish asking for the plans, I was into the hotel's primary server. I did a quick search, and the schematics for the building were on display. Antonio and Zane worked on studying the plans while I worked on tracing the incoming.

Two large SUVs pulled up in front of the hotel, and six large men dressed in military gear jumped out.

“Guys, we need to go.” I yelled to the room or anyone that would listen.

Zane ran his hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Antonio and John, take Kat, Sophie, and Antonio Jr. down the back stairwell and through here.” He pointed to a back alleyway. “I will distract the men at the front stairwell. After you get them to the airport and on the plane, meet me here.” He scribbled an address on a sheet of paper.

“No.” I wasn’t letting him go after six big military men with no backup. Kat was protesting too.

Antonio grabbed his son and walked toward the door. “Kat, so help me, I need you to work with me and get your ass moving. We will make sure the codes are not sold, but first, we need to get out of here alive!”

The amount of danger before us must have made Kat realize it wasn’t time to fight with Antonio. She grabbed her things and followed John and Antonio.

But Zane needed to learn. He had given me my sister back, and I would do anything to help protect him now. “Give me the spare gun. I’m coming with you.”

He didn’t have time to argue with me, and Antonio and John had already left. He was stuck with my help.

Zane grabbed his Glock from his ankle holster and handed it to me.

Grabbing the last of the things, we headed for the stairwell. The stairwell at night was creepy. Every little sound echoed. The thought of six ex-military assassins heading our way made this stairwell even more disturbing.

We made it down two flights before a door below us opened. The heavy stomping of men coming up the stairs was loud.

Zane leaned over the railing and aimed his gun. With a quick pull of the trigger, one man screamed. The men all fired up. Bullets flew everywhere. The sound of their guns echoed through the stairwell, causing my ears to ring. When the shots stopped, we heard the running of boots up the stairs.

The steps were getting closer. Zane motioned for us to exit out the door. We slipped out the door and closed it enough that only a crack was left. When the men were almost even with us, Zane swung the door back open, and three quick shots felled three men.Four down, two to go.

The sound of retreating steps had me puzzled. “Why are they heading away?”

Zane creeped to the door open and took another look into the stairwell. “Those are hired thugs. They are not trained killers. Follow closely and stay behind me.”

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