Page 31 of Hacker Identified

“In here.”

The door crashed open, only allowing for the small beam of light from the window across from the bathroom.

“Fuck.” Zack uttered before he dropped to his knee next to me and swiped his thumb over my cheek. “Are you hurt?”

His light touch caused my eyes to prickle with tears, and I couldn’t hold back the sob. “It’s all my fault. The only way to stop my father is for me to turn myself over to him.”

Zack pulled me into his arms. “No. We can’t be sure Emerson’s death is because of you.”

I shoved my hand against Zack’s chest until he released his grip, and I forced myself to stand. “You’re wrong.” I shined my flashlight against the far wall.

I knew my father would never stop until he killed me. And I couldn’t let anyone else die because of me. If I did, I would be no better than my father.

Except I planned to take him down before he killed me. I would rather spend the rest of my life in jail than see him kill another person.

“I don’t like that look in your eye.” Zack reached for my hand, but I stepped to the side. “Hannah, talk to me.”

“Someone died, because of me.” I tapped the screen of my phone. “It’s time I finish this. He won’t stop. Milly saw the construction equipment heading to his land. Any evidence of my sister’s disappearance will vanish. He evades custody every time the FEDs get any evidence against him. I’m the only person who can take him down.”

“Not yet.” Zack snatched the phone from my hand and held it above my head.

“Really?”

“Ah, did I miss something?” a soft voice asked.

I turned to the left. A tall woman with brown hair and a pink dress stood next to a man at least six-foot-five in a black dress shirt and slacks. I assumed it was Zack’s sister Georgia and her husband, Travis—a great way to meet the future in-laws. Technically, I planned to run the second Zack let me out of his sight.

“Looks like they murdered someone. I thought Zane taught you better than to roll around in the blood of a crime scene. I’m guessing the mess you two made will make the cleanup difficult,” Travis said, like this was an everyday occurrence.

“We didn’t kill the priest,” I said flatly. “But someone murdered him, because of me. It’s time I finish this before another person dies.”

Zack sighed, and a moment later my body was flying over his damn shoulder. My hands landed on his taut backside.

“When your sister doesn't listen to reason, I do the same thing. Georgia and I will clean up the mess. If you give her enough orgasms, she will also be too tired to fight you.”

“Don’t you guys realize the danger I’m putting your family in?” I asked.

“And you will endanger more people if you don’t take your father down.” Georgia paused and walked over until she was next to me.

I pressed my hands on Zack’s back to look up and see her. “I plan to take him down.”

“Have you killed someone before?” Travis asked. When I didn’t respond, he continued. “I can guarantee you will hesitate, and if you do for one second, your father will have the advantage. Right now, you’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment.”

“But I have to do something.”

Georgia brushed my hair behind my ear. “No, you don’t. The priest’s death is on your father or the person who murdered him. Let my brothers take care of this. If that means they pull the trigger, then so be it. Even if you hate your father, do you want to be the person who takes his life? Do you want to feel guilty for the rest of your life?”

Shame washed over me. I wasn’t sure if I could pull the trigger when it came down to killing my father. The feeling made me want to vomit. He was responsible for putting my mother in jail and for my sister’s disappearance.

“I can’t let someone else die, because of me.”

Zack’s hand slapped my ass. “This was not your fault. Here is what is going to happen. We will head back to the house. You’ll take a long shower and get cleaned up. Even though we aren’t getting married today. I still plan to have everyone over and be around people who care about you. Travis and Georgia will call the local police and have this handled.”

“You’re forgetting something.” I sighed.

“Shower, food, and friends.” Zack hummed for a second. “Oh…Sex will have to wait. I want nothing more than to give you a bunch of orgasms, but I don’t think you are ready for us to move our relationship to that stage.”

“What?” I tried to wiggle my way out of his hold, but he kept his arm wrapped firm around my legs. “Zack, my DNA and fingerprints are all over the crime scene.”

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