Page 9 of How to Hack a Hellhound
Everyone groaned, but I just laughed, happy to answer a few of Toby’s questions. He started asking about hacking, then he ran inside to find a notebook to write stuff down.
“Atlas is here?” I asked, because I didn’t smell him, but Toby had said the gang was all here. He hadn’t met Wilder, but he had met Atlas.
“He comes and goes,” Corbin answered. “We thought he’d love the guest house on the last property, but he hasn’t been staying there. He’ll stay in the last house sometimes since Jude and I are staying at Dex’s place.”
“Are all the houses prepped?” I asked. They knew I meant prepped for taking care of mortal hellbound souls.
“Not Toby’s,” Dex rumbled. I nodded. That was ok. We could keep our killing to the two houses and leave his mate’s house out of it.
“We’ve been talking about maybe adding a cabin,” Jude said.
I nodded again, saying, “I think that’s a good idea, although I’d like to make it livable as well, not just a place for work. Wilder might come out.” The guys all perked up at that, but I added, “Not right away. He said he was in the middle of something. But he seemed inclined to come at some point.”
I could feel a general calmness settle over everyone. Yes, with Wilder here, our pack would be complete. This was a good place to settle, and we’d all be together again. It had been too long.
Toby crashed out the front door at that moment, his head down as he almost tripped over the door frame. Dex was quick enough to pull him into a hug instead of letting him fall. It was like it didn’t even faze the little human. He hugged Dex back then looked at me.
“So, about being a hacker…” Toby said, opening his notebook.
I sat down in one of the porch chairs, checking the time. I had a couple hours to chat before Quinton got off work, and it looked like I’d be learning more about our new human packmate.
“What the fuck is he doing?” I mumbled, staring at the CCTV cameras. I’d filled Toby in and chatted with the pack before heading to the last house to set up my computers. I had chosen a spot and ordered a lot of equipment already, so the bare minimum set-up didn’t take long.
I’d watched as Aiden had gone off with Kushiel—they liked to take walks in the afternoons, only Aiden hadn’t come home. I’d hacked the cameras to see that Kushiel had taken him back to his and Cass’s place.
Quinton had gone home, only he’d used his phone to order an Uber. I stared at the camera outside of his apartment as I picked up my phone and called Dex.
“Find out where Quinton is going,” I said when he picked up the phone.
He hung up without a word. Asshole.
I watched as he walked outside, texting Cassius the info on his Uber driver. He was wearing tight black jeans and a tight black t-shirt, despite the chill in the air, and his hair was casually tousled. I could almost make out eyeliner on him despite the shitty nature of the CCTV feed. He looked… delicious.
Where the fuck was he going?
My phone pinged an alert as Quinton texted Aiden.I’m going to a club called Bliss in the city. I’ll be home before 2. Call me if you need me. Bake me something good.
“Fuck!” I hissed out.
I grabbed my keys and wallet as I ran out of the house. I was wearing black pants and a dark button-down, so I should be fine for a club. No way was I letting Quinton go there alone.
My phone rang while I was in the car, Dex’s number coming up. I picked up and grunted.
“Cass said Q’s going into the city. He was glad I called. He was concerned, but he didn’t feel like he could tell Q no, since he isn’t a jailer or anything,” Dex said. “He wondered if it would be creepy if I went to the club he’s going to, cause he sent the name of it to Aiden.”
“I’m going,” I stated.
“Ok. That’s good. He doesn’t know you, so he won’t know we’re stalking him,” Dex said.
“We’re not stalking him,” I replied, swerving around a car and looking for the Uber Quinton was riding in.
“You’re already in the car,” Dex said flatly.
“Yeah. I’m on my way there now.”
“On your way to the club I just told you about, because you already knew where Q was going,” Dex said. “Probably because you hacked his phone. Or his credit cards. Or put a tracker under his skin or something.”
I paused, asking, “Can you put trackers in humans?” I hadn’t thought of that, but if that were a possibility…
