Page 26 of Hacker Revelation

I wished she hadn’t admitted to wanting to kill someone in front of the director of the FBI.

“What investigation?” Westblack asked.

Asher shrugged. “It’s classified.”

“Do any of you know where Nebula is?”

“Dead,” Kat blurted out before Asher and I could come up with a story. We didn’t want to have to drag the director into the op.

Westblack raised his dark brow, waiting for more. “That’s all I get? Dead.”

Fuck.“We’re working on a case for the president. Can we leave it at that?”

“I don’t care whose operation you are running. We are missing a truck full of military weapons. My main concern is protecting the people in this country. Now, someone tell me who might have the weapons if Nebula is dead.”

“Juan Sanchez.” Bitterness flooded my mouth every time I said his name.

“You're telling me the ex-director of the CIA stole the weapons and killed Nebula.”

That summed up as much as I wanted him to know. “Yes. If we find any leads on the weapons, we will send them your way. We are after Juan.”

Director Westblack let out a sigh. “Fine, but why do I have the feeling that you’re not going to send me what I need until your operation is over?”

The director was spot on. I wouldn’t send him anything until we had Juan. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t send him all the information he needed after we had him.

I grabbed Kat’s hand and led her from the FBI building. I heard Asher’s steps behind us. So much was rushing through my mind. Kat had been detained by the FBI, and Juan had an enormous pile of military weapons.

* * *

Asher tooka taxi out to Nebula’s bunker to retrieve Kat’s rented SUV. As I drove home with Kat, I was fuming over how she had put herself in danger. What would have happened if one of Nebula’s men had been down in the bunker? They would have killed her before I noticed she was gone.

I glanced at the time. It was past five. In the passenger seat, Kat sat looking out the window. Most of the time, I could read her thoughts. But not this time. Her shoulders were hunched over, and I heard a slight sniffle come from her direction.

“What’s wrong, Kat?”

She whipped her hand across her face to remove the tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t plan to go alone.”

She shouldn’t have gone at all. “Kat.” I collected my thoughts for a second. “Why didn’t you come to me? If you wanted to go, I would’ve gone with you. Instead, you went to the hideout of a possible terrorist organization by yourself. Did you ever stop to think that he might have men that work for him?” I pounded my fists on the steering wheel. “Hell, Kat, even Asher didn’t go there alone. He took Zane.”

“I know. I fucked up.”

The final few minutes of the car ride were filled with silence. When the wheels stopped in the driveway, Kat didn’t wait for me to turn off the car. She was halfway to the door by the time I stepped out.

“Kat, stop,” I demanded.

She stopped at the door and turned at my words. “Fuck you, Antonio.” She proceeded to enter the house and slam the door.

Jesus, this woman was going to drive me crazy. I opened the front door and glanced through the rooms until I found Kat curled up on our bed in tears. I climbed onto the other side and pulled her into my arms. I rubbed circles on her back while she cried. “Kitty Kat, I’m not mad at you. Disappointed, yes. Scared, hell yes. Mad, no. I lost you once, and I don’t want that to happen again.”

“I hate… the look… in your eye… when you're disappointed… in me.” She hiccupped.

I pulled Kat close to my body. “There are going to be times when we’re mad or disappointed in each other, but we have to talk and work through our problems. Keeping our feelings bottled up and not talking about them will destroy our relationship.”

She didn’t respond for a couple of heartbeats. “I was on my own for so long. I knew the second I stepped out of the car it was a mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Next time, call me. I will stop whatever I’m doing, and we can go dig through a bunker or jump out of a plane. Hell, if you have a good reason, I’ll help you rob a bank, but I want to do it together.”

“Okay. Antonio?” Her voice was hopeful.

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