Page 42 of Hacker Revelation

I passed Westblack on my way out the door. “Brock is still in there and will help you with everything you need. You need to call the president and tell him Juan is dead. The rest of the group is going after my wife.”

Zane and I were running for the SUV. “Neal, tell me what’s going on.”

“The feed was cut. I can’t see anything. The police are ten minutes out.”

Zane slammed his hands against the dash and let out a string of cuss words. “I can’t lose Sophie. She’s my world.”

“Don’t worry. They will be fine.” I didn’t believe the words I spoke.

17

Antonio

I gripped the passenger door while Zane weaved through traffic on our way back to my house. The cabin was filled with tension. The Wild Hounds bar was a half hour from my house. A red car swerved in front of our SUV, and Zane slammed on the brakes. He was quick to move to the other lane and slammed his foot back down so the SUV lurched forward.

My heart beat so fast that I felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. When I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw Asher and Brock on our bumper. Neal had left his post at the command center and headed toward my house. Everyone we loved was in that house.

We were halfway there when I heard the beep of Zane’s phone. I reached for it so he could concentrate on the road. It was a text from Sophie.

I’m safe honey, but please hurry home.

While I read Sophie’s text, Asher and Neal both spoke through the com and stated they had heard from their loved ones.

I reached for my phone, but no message appeared. I texted Kat and asked if she was okay. No response. My hands shook as I typed each letter in Zane’s phone to Sophie.Tell Kat to text Antonio.Bubbles appeared as if she was typing and then went away. I waited two minutes, but no text came through.

I called Kat’s phone, and nobody answered. I tried Sophie’s phone, and she sent me to voicemail.Fuck. I was going to lose her again. “Why the fuck are they not answering? Asher, call CJ and ask if Kat and Ant are okay,” I demanded through the com.

He responded that he would try. The time on the dashboard clock slowly ticked by.

Zane glanced my way for a second. “Stop that train of thought. Kat is tough. She can make it through anything. Let’s get to the house and see what happened.”

It felt like it took Asher hours to respond. His voice was low and filled with worry. “Ant is fine. Your parents just showed up. Neal is also at the scene.” There was a long pause. I didn’t think he would tell me about my wife. “Kat is alive.”

Alive. What the fuck did that mean. “Tell someone to make her call me.”

“She can’t call you at the moment.”

The last ten minutes to the house felt like hours. Nobody would tell me if Kitty Kat had been hurt. Zane pulled around the last corner. My house sat at the end of the street. Blue and red lights beamed to a point that it was hard to see the road.

Zane hadn’t even put the SUV in park by the time I jumped out the passenger door. My boots hit the cement, and I ran down the street at full speed toward the house. When I went to duck under the yellow police tape, an officer tried to stop me.

“You can’t go over there, sir.”

I pushed him to the side. “That’s my fucking house.”

He grabbed my arm and tried to drag me back.

“So help me, if you don’t take your hands off m—”

My words were cut off by Detective Higgins before I could threaten the police officer.

“Let him go, Officer Carl. Antonio, settle down, and I will take you to your wife.”

I saw a stretcher being wheeled out from the entryway of my house. Kat’s red hair hung over the edge. I didn’t hear anything else around me. I ran toward my wife.

When I reached Kat’s side, her eyes were closed, and blood marred her beautiful face. I gripped her hand and brought it to my face. Her hand was warm, and I felt her squeeze when I whispered her name. Someone kept trying to pull me away from Kat. I felt the wetness drip down my face.

“Sir, you need to move. We are trying to help her.” I stepped back so the paramedics could work on her. I glanced around the front yard to find my boy. He was in my mom’s arms. I was torn between the need to hug Ant to make sure he was okay and the need to follow the men who carted my wife away.

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