Rebuild

Megan struggled to climb up the warped metal staircase up to the main house and hastily plugged in her laptop. "Fuck, fuck...FUCK!" She screamed and hit her thighs as she sat down. Tom noticed his clothes didn't fit her well and offered quite the view, but then reminded himself he was only in his briefs and looked away, willing himself not to get erect in front of her after such a sweet moment.

Tom figured conversation might be a good distraction, "What's wrong? I thought we just caged the scariest thing out there in the world."

Megan gave him an incredulous look, "Are you kidding me?! Super Max was sent directly to my house, he called out for me. He knew where I was and was looking for me specifically. The door is destroyed and any new threat could easily walk on in. No doubt whatever or whoever comes in next will take much more than a dip in a pool and outfit change. And may I remind you that it took every ounce of both of our wills to stop me from being impaled and lost forever!" She sighed and looked at the computer screen. "And here I am sitting with the same handful of names, meant to provide insight for the team from home. The woman in the chair for the operation and I left them abandoned."

"How are they doing?" Tom asked curiously.

The blonde threw her hands in the air, "I don't know! That's my point. One well timed hunk missile just blew apart our entire operation and now we have no safe haven, we have no idea if the others are okay. You're practically naked. There's a beast that could turn any woman into a living blowup doll downstairs sealed away for who knows how long. I also just realized that we haven't really been keeping track of our whole group. I sent some messages out but nothing has come back in return." Tom noticed she was shaking. From being wet and cold or from dread he wasn't too sure. "Fuck. If anything happened to him..."

"Nothing happened to him, Megan."

"Wait a second...why is there a file on the computer from last night? A recording..." Soon the sounds of Megan's passionate moans echoed in the room and her eyes widened as she watched the screen. "Oh fuck it's over..."

"You accidentally made a sex tape?" Tom asked skeptically. "As hot as it sounds, it can't be that bad compared to what else is going on."

Megan glared at him before turning off the video and dropping her laptop on the couch. "No! I didn't turn anything on to record me last night! My laptop was hacked and whoever it was has been using the camera for who knows how long! I imagine the file was a calling card, something to distract me until Max showed up. Fuck. Everything we planned, our entire group. Whoever this asshole is...he knows it all."

Tom frowned, "Didn't you say before when Dom's identity was discovered that he was doomed? That what happened to him was inevitable?"

She pulled out a drive and inserted it into her laptop, typing and dragging furiously. "Yup. The only reason we hadn't been targeted is because whoever it was must have been confident Max would succeed. Gave them time for something else. Which means Ryan and everyone else might have been targeted. Worst part is we can't use anything we once used to communicate. Group chat, phones, laptops, it's all no doubt compromised. And depending how powerful that asshole has become I don't really know what else we can do to stall for time. We have a handful of suspects, no safehouse, no technology, and a scattered team. We need to rebuild, reorganize and go on the aggressive."

Tom nodded. The two of them began packing. Shortly after Megan was done with her laptop she slammed it against the wall until it was scraps. She pocketed the drive and changed clothes, handing him back his own. As they were about to leave a figure appeared at the door. Tom couldn't see who it was and looked for some method of self defense until Megan jumped the figure and wrapped her legs around them. "Oh fuck Ryan you're safe! Thank fucking God!" She began kissing him frantically, heaving. "We need to leave now I can explain on the way."

Megan felt safer in the arms of the man she realized she cared for so much...but for how much longer?

(Hey guys been awhile. Long story short I had a lot of things going on and a project that took a lot of my time the past year. I was spreading myself thin and what I was producing I felt wasn't what I wanted my work to be. Not to mention this part of the story I had planned up to and everything forward was new for me, so had some rough writer's block. I am not guaranteeing I am back back, but I will be posting more. Instead of rushing to complete the story some of you really enjoy like I had in a few previous chapters, I will be taking my time with the pacing and what I feel works. As a warning there will be some chaos in the next act of the story. Megan had some protections on her from the beginning but they are on the back foot and both sides know they don't have long until the other side discovers them completely and can strike. Desperation can cause much more erratic decisions. Anyway hope you all are enjoying your summer.)

(As far as my patreon goes I want to thank everyone who supported it while it was going strong. However due to me being spread think I had made sure patrons could not subscribe to the page while I was away. Didn't feel it was right. I won't bring it back until I feel it brings something of value consistently. Those looking for more stories from me unfortunately will have to wait. But I appreciate the passion.)