Chapter 9

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Even Asher jumps on the place he is. He swears before looking at me, at my arm where bits of glass have just landed.

Asher rushes to me and ties me down. He helps me to get up before slowly putting his hand on my arm.

"Shit", he says under his breath. He then looks at me and orders, "Go see one of the guys working for me and ask him to heal this." He passes a finger in the blood that a bit of glass has done to my skin. He gets rid of it.

"Too late, Williams", we hear a male voice pronounce from behind me. I directly recognize it and a small smile expands on my lips.

Not only he broke the window. But he also reached the top of the building for me. I push Asher away and turn to Connor who is accompanied by a part of his team.

"Connor!" I shout while running to his arms that he opens. He hugs me tightly.

"Did he harm you?" he asks me. "What did this son of a bitch do to you?!"

"Nothing! He did nothing." I could hear Asher groaning of pain. I don't have to turn to them to know that the people working for my sister are beating him to death. "We just had a little fight", I added with a smirk. "Nothing I couldn't handle".

But when I turn my head to Connor, I realize that he isn't listening to me. He's too focused on Asher that I don't exist at present. Anyway, now that I'm save, I don't have to complain. So I put on my backpack and don't say a word.

"Did you find anything?" one of the gang members asks me.

I open my mouth to tell him about the computer. But before any sound comes out of my mouth, my eyes cross Asher's as if he has heard the guy asking me the question and as if he has seen me take the lap top. I think that's why he is shaking his head. He doesn't want me to inform the gang about what's inside the computer. It's quite logical since they would discover about the place where my sister is hidden. Except that it seems like so much more is hidden in that small machine. Things that he wants me to see but not the others. Why?

"No... Nothing interesting," I lie, deciding to look at it before telling them anything.

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