Page 57 of Brandishing Balance (Devil’s Psychos MC #3)

Stephanie Stonewall

M y heart raced as I backed up every file on my computer to an external hard drive. I backed it to my offshore cloud server first, then the hard drive. I already had the flash drive I needed to give to Jack Adams.

I wasn’t safe.

They were coming.

They knew where I lived.

While the file downloaded, I packed more of my things into my suitcases. The whole house was packed up already besides my bedroom and office area, which were the same room. Once these files were downloaded, I’d be gone.

Hopefully before they found me.

“Come on, come on,” I muttered watching the progress bar move slowly while I emptied my underwear drawer into my suitcase. I did the same to my sock drawer, not giving a fuck about orderly packing. I needed to get the fuck out of here.

I continued emptying my dresser into my suitcase. I had already done the closet. Garbage bags full of clothes filled my SUV. I was working on the dresser when one of my programs triggered an alert.

I’d been found.

I had to move fast.

I didn’t know who they were; I hadn’t had time to look into them yet.

I just knew it was time to go.

The computer finally stopped. I shut it down, tossed the hard drive into my suitcase and packed up my laptop into my briefcase with all my files.

My heart pounded in my chest. I needed more time. I didn’t have it though. I couldn’t stop. I grabbed what I could and zipped my suitcases. I’d live to see another day—hopefully.

Running through the house with my suitcase and my briefcase, I beelined for the garage of my humble home and tossed everything into my already loaded car. The garage door was still closed when I started my Caddy.

Once I hit the button, I waited the four seconds it took to open fully and flew out of the garage. I always backed into my garage space now. Force of habit from having four hot bodyguards living with me last year for the last threat.

Speeding away, I hit the garage button to close while looking around the quiet little neighborhood in the small farming community I lived in. There was no one around. That didn’t mean they weren’t watching me though.

I slowed to a relatively normal speed as I went through the quaint downtown and headed for the main highway. Once on the northbound ramp, I floored it.

I needed to make it to Chicago as soon as possible.

I needed Jack Adams.