Surrender Your Love 2 Conquer Your Love

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the time one used the internet long after I reset the browser.
What is he talking about? Sylvie whispered.
I shrugged and shook my head.
After what felt like half an hour, Jett finally left the bank. My stomach fluttered as I watched him
cross the street. Tall. Mesmerizing. Dark hair and perfect bone structure. A body to die for. It made
me almost anxious to know he was with me.
He opened the car door and slumped into the driver s seat. From the way he threw the bag to
Kenny before slamming the door shut, I could tell he was angry.
Anything? Kenny asked, switching off the music.
Nothing. Jett started the engine and steered the car out of the parking lot, his face emotionless.
He was pissed big time though, which was obvious from his driving faster than usual.
What did Sylvie began. I elbowed her gently and shook my head, my gaze uttering a silent
warning.
Jett s hands tightened on the steering wheel until the white of his knuckles showed through his
skin, but he remained quiet. Knowing Jett, letting him calm first was the only way anyone would get
him to talk. He d start the conversation when he was ready.
Half-way back to the estate, I noticed his muscles relaxing a little.
I checked the first two numbers, and then I tried three more, Jett finally said, breaking the
silence. They re not bank accounts. The file we found is a dead end.
Maybe they re passcodes, Kenny suggested.
Passcodes to what? Jett s frown line deepened.
Unaffected by Jett s frostiness, Kenny leaned back into his seat and shrugged as Sylvie and I
kept swapping curious glances.
Maybe someone deliberated created confusion, so you wouldn t find out the answer, Kenny
said. The right combination could be linking the first three digits of the first half of the list with the
last three digits of the second half. It s just a suggestion. I doubt anyone would make this easy on
you.
Or they could be different kind of accounts. Not necessarily bank accounts, I chimed in.
I can t go back without raising suspicion, Jett muttered. Either you find out more, or you
hack into wherever you think is necessary to give me something I can work with.
That was exactly my plan, bro. Kenny opened a foil wrapper and shoved a piece of chewing
gum into his mouth, before tossing the whole pack to me and Sylvie, leaving a piece near the gearshift
for Jett.
Chapter 26
BY THE TIME we reached the estate, Jett s bad mood had lifted. We walked up the stairs,
when Jett pushed me behind his back and motioned Kenny to be quiet. I scanned the area anxiously
and my gaze fell on the front door. It stood ajar, just a few inches, but funnily enough, my first thought
was that I might have forgotten to lock it when we left.
In spite of my heartbeat spiking, my mind remained surprisingly calm. Maybe because the rain
had stopped, and the sun was shining, clearing the dark clouds and making it seem surreal that
someone could have broken in in the middle of the day.
Pulling out his gun, Jett instructed me to hide with Sylvie behind the bushes on the other side of
the house and stay there no matter what. And then, in the blink of an eye, he and Kenny were gone.
Come on, I whispered to Sylvie, dragging her to the nearby bushes. We fought our way
through the dense undergrowth, careful not to scratch our arms and legs. Reaching the backyard, we
stooped down and I wrapped my arm around Sylvie. Our gazes remained glued to the closed balcony
door and the house beyond while I listened for any sounds.
I began to count the seconds inside my head when a gunshot echoed to my right, then another,
and a startled yelp escaped my lips. My heart stopped dead in my chest and I found myself leaping up
and running across the open terrain around the house and through the front door my legs shaking bad,
my lips trembling with Jett s name on them, my mind unaware of the fact that if anyone decided to
shoot I was an easy target.
Jett, I shouted, running straight into his arms, happy to find him safe. The foyer was as silent
as a tomb and Jett was alone the realization sent a jolt of ice through my veins. Where s Kenny?
He took off after the guy.
Are you hurt? I brushed my fingers over Jett s arms and chest, checking for any wounds.
No, but listen. I need you to stay inside, hidden. Okay? He kissed me absentmindedly and
turned to leave. I gripped his upper arm, a rather feeble attempt at stopping him. Please, don t go. I
don t want you to get hurt.
I m not getting hurt, baby, he whispered.
What s going on? Sylvie asked, her face a ghastly shade of white.
Kenny s following the intruder, I said.
Her hands moved up to her chest. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her aside. He ll
be okay.
For the first time I noticed the place was ransacked. Almost every drawer had been opened and
the contents scattered onto the floor.
Maybe we should lock ourselves up in the kitchen, I whispered to Sylvie, figuring that was
the only place with an escape exit through the backdoor and plenty of weapons in case we needed to
defend ourselves.
We waited in the kitchen in silence until we heard footsteps departing. Ever so gently, I locked
the kitchen door behind us, grabbed a big butcher-like knife from the knife rack, and motioned Sylvie
to hide behind the kitchen cupboards. Forcing myself to breathe quietly, I listened for any sounds.
***
Brooke? Jett s voice called from the hall. The strained undertones betrayed his worry.
We re in here, Sylvie shouted.
My hand still clasped around the knife, I unlocked the door and opened it. Jett and Kenny were
standing in the hall, their faces hard, betraying nothing. Sylvie jumped into Kenny s arms. I was
tempted to do the same with Jett, but refrained from it.
Are you guys okay? she asked, clinging to Kenny for dear life. We ve been worried sick
about you. Thank God no one s dead.
We re okay, Jett said. We couldn t get them though.
Them?
I raised my eyebrows and hid my hands behind my back so he wouldn t see the knife, or my
shaking fingers. How many are we talking about?
Two. One broke in; the other one waited in the car. They sped off.
Was it the same car that chased us? I asked.
I don t think so, Jett said. They wore ski masks and the car had no license plate, but I m
pretty sure it wasn t the same car.
They spoke English. Right, bro? Kenny said to Jett. I heard the first one yelling something.
You almost hit him.
You shot him? I asked Jett, horrified.
What did you expect, Stewart?
Of course I knew violence was pretty much to expect in such a situation, but the knowledge
didn t make it any easier to accept.
I didn t hit him, Jett mumbled. Unfortunately. Let s check what they took. I stared at Jett [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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