Good Game (The System, #1) (91)

“Don’t worry, babe.” Aleks moves to stand beside me, resting his hand on my exposed thigh. The contact calms me. “Sydney has the check and is working with the security team to make sure all is sorted for tonight. Phoebe, here, is covering everything else. We’ve got this. Trust me.”

I purse my lips, turning everything over. I want to ask more questions, but as I look into Aleks’ eyes, all I see is pure exhaustion. Dark circles having made a home beneath his dull eyes, faint stubble peeking out on his jaw. Hell, everyone looks like walking death. I might have gotten a few hours of sleep, but I don’t think they’ve gotten any. Reluctantly, I let my questions drop.

“Alright, I trust you.”

“Fabulous.” Phoebe claps her hands. “Well, we have a few more hours before we need to leave. You lads should get some rest beforehand. There’s nothing more you can do until then, and you all look like shit.”

“Rude,” Parker yawns, “but I am knackered.” He slips off his stool and slinks off to his room.

Aleks squeezes my thigh. “Want to come back to bed?”

I’m tempted, but I’m too wired, so I shake my head. “I’ll just stay out here, find something to distract myself with.”

“Alright.” Aleks leans down to give me a quick kiss before heading off with Jackson.

I shoot off a few texts to Deanna as I drain the rest of my coffee.

“Want to play Jelly Kart?” Phoebe asks me. “Parker said you were pretty good.”

I eye the unreadable blonde as she skirts the island and heads to turn on the TV. I weigh the idea. I don’t really have much else to do, and it would help turn off my brain.

“Sure.” I get up to follow her, plopping myself on the couch.

“Perfect.” She tosses me a controller with a kind smile, and I let the game distract me from the battle to come.

***

The warehouse doesn’t look as creepy in person. A little less “I might murder you” than I was expecting. Then again, I doubt Chase would’ve picked a place that was rundown. He won’t even step into a hotel unless it’s four stars. The warehouse is probably all decked out inside.

We pile out of the Escalade, Francis and Phoebe remaining in the front seats. The air is cooler this close to the mountains. Aleks puts his arm around my waist, giving me a squeeze. I stare up into the red lights of his mask. The setting sun shines off it, and I can’t see his eyes, but I know he is looking at me, his strength pouring into me to balance out the nerves.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look?”

“You have not.”

I’d slipped into a pair of black boots that I combined with a black skirt and a red leather bandeau top. I wanted to show Chase that Aleks and I are a team, united equals. The boys each don their masks, all in black jeans and wearing shirts of their respective colors. Sydney switched into a black skirt and white silk front-tie shirt, hair pulled into a high ponytail, looking every bit their watchdog.

“Well, you look like a devilish angel.”

“I was going for more of a ‘rip your heart out’ vibe.”

“Well, you certainly have mine.”

I snort at him. He’s a goddamn smooth talker without missing a beat.

“Alright, if you two are done, you should head in.” Phoebe rests her arm against the open window, nodding in the direction of the warehouse. “He’s expecting you in five.”

A stone forms in my throat, and I swallow it down, feeling it drop into the pit of my stomach. My nerves are turning into dread.

“We’ve got this.” Parker’s voice is confident.

“I know you do, little bro.”

Parker takes off first, hands lazily in his pockets as he strides, Sydney and Jackson close behind him. Aleks holds my hand, linking our fingers together.

“Together.”

“Together.”

We take up the back, the five of us a force as we enter the final boss’s lair.

***

The warehouse is dark, save for some glowing TV screens in the far distance. I can’t make anything out. The boys’ masks glow against the void. We hover near the entrance, wary of what could be farther inside. All I can hear is a faint clacking sound and some music.

Then the lights flick on all at once, and I flinch at the assaulting brightness. The warehouse walls are entirely black, the concrete floor painted white. There are boxes piled up along the two side walls, various pieces of furniture wrapped in plastic stacked around, and some framed art leaning against it all. My heart hurts a little and hopes those aren’t expensive pieces because this is not the right environment in which to store them.

Now I can see that the wall opposite us houses not only a handful of mounted screens but a desk with a large chair. I can see elbows resting on the chair arms from behind. Aleks nods forward, and we make the walk across, our footsteps echoing loudly.

The closer we get, the clearer I can see the screens and the louder the music gets. There’s a security feed on the left mounted screen; the screen on the right has that creepy 3D-rendered orange mask on it. The clacking sound from earlier registers as someone typing on a keyboard.

“Chase.” I call out, my voice bouncing off the walls.

Once we are only a few feet away, Aleks stops. My eyes dart around the set up. In addition to the two mounted screens, there are three desktops set up on the desk, piles of paper strewn everywhere. My eyes narrow in on the video game being played on the center desktop.