Winter Flame

Part 5: The Hacker

A/N: So, my best friend is also a writer on wattpad, she's been complementing me on my story, and now my head is kinda inflated. So I'm motivated to write more. So this part is dedicated to her, thanks Jimena, love you bestie!

I hope you enjoy part five:)

By the way texting will be in bold lettering.

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Storm's POV

After Issa left and I saw Sexy Tux Guy, I knew
something's up.

So, let's make a call to my friend, it's time to call in a favor. I dialed his weekly number. This guy changes his number ever week. Crazy, I know, I think he's just paranoid.

"Storm, Storm, Storm, where you been? I was starting to think you forgot about me." He said after it rang twice.

"Hey, Didg." Yes, Didg(did-j), it sounds like digital. I don't know his real name, but we're still lose friends.

"So, what do you want." He asked, I can physically see the question in his voice.

"What makes you think I want something?" I asked, acting offended.

"Cuz you don't just call me to see if I'm okay. So want you want?" He finished.

" I need to call in a favor." I said.

"Oh goodie, it not like I owe you 17 more favors." Yes, Didg owes me 17 more favors, I saved his life so many times, it's not even funny.

I keep telling him to stop going out by hisself but he's just to stubborn to listen. I guess him being the best and most wanted hacker in the world, puts a big bounty on his head.

"Will you stop being a sarcastic bitch, and let me tell you what I need?" I said with sass.

"Yes, Sass Master." He said dramatically. I rolled my eyes at the comment. I'm sassy, really? Have you heard yourself Didg.

"Okay so, I don't know his name or anything but, I know he was at a bar called the Burning Butterfly yesterday." I paused then continued.

"He has green eyes and jet black hair, tattoos and piercings. He was there around 11:00 last night. I need all the information you can get about him. I need his occupation, family, age, name, the whole enchilada." I finished.

"Okay, no problem but it might take me a little bit. Like two or three hours." He said

"That's fine, can you email me the info?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can do that." He said after a while.

"Thanks Didg, I owe you one , wait you owe me." I said, smirking.

He groaned "Your so hard to get along with." He stated.

I laughed "I know. Bye Didg." I said hanging up the phone.

I checked the time. Yasss, work is almost over.

I'm hungry, Chinese. Yeah, Chinese is the answer.

I texted Julian "DO NOT COOk. I'm bring Chinese."

He responded with "Geez I won't. And get me my favorite please."

I guess I'll feed the little monster, who makes a mess out of everything and doesn't clean it up.

Yes, I'm still salty that he made me clean that shit up. He could have just order take out. But nooo, he has to use his nonexistent cooking skills.

After texting Julian I quickly changed into jeans, a white oversized t-shirt, black vans and my leather riding jacket.

Now it's time to eat, my favorite part of the day.