Jagged: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance by Winter Scott Page A

pockets. “I think I forgot my phone. Let's go back upstairs and we can talk some more.”
     
    My heart jumped out of my throat. Carter didn't have enough time. I reached out my hand to stop my dad. “No stop! We need to talk outside. You're phone can wait. I'm what's important right now.”
     
    My father shrugged me off. “Don't be ridiculous, Taylor. We can talk in my office while I search for my phone.”
     
    I had no choice. I quickly took out my phone and sent Carter a quick text:
     
    On our way.
     
    He wouldn't have time to go back down the elevator. He'd have to hide and ride it down while we were in my father's office.
     
    We walked back into the building and to the elevator. My palms were sweaty as we waited for it to descend to the ground level.
     
    “We can work this out,” my father said. “I only wanted the best for you.”
     
    I couldn't concentrate enough to argue with him anymore. All my brainpower was focused on Carter. Did he even get my text?
     
    It would be all over if my father found him. Carter would go back to prison. My father might even prosecute me when he finds out I was the one that betrayed him.
     
    The elevator opened and we stepped inside. We're coming, Carter.

Carter

I waited patiently until Taylor and Mr. Kyle exited the building before jumping into the elevator. I didn't know how much time Taylor was going to be able to give me so I needed to work fast.
     
    The elevator doors opened on a big room with tiles floors and a wood-paneled ceiling. I thought it was Mr. Kyle's office but realized it had to be the secretary's. Mr. Kyle's would be behind the big double doors.
     
    I opened them to find exactly what I pictured his office to look like. It was bigger than my entire house. The view of Saint Marks all lit up was breathtaking. I could stand and stare at that scenery all night. But I had a job to do.
     
    His desk and computer were on the far left side of the office. A framed photo of Taylor and her father from high school graduation sat on the desk. Taylor and Mr. Kyle looked so happy together. But so much had changed now.
     
    I put the framed photo down and started taking apart the computer tower. In prison, computers and I became very close. They had me working on repairing computers night and day. They said that my background of fixing up motorcycles could help.
     
    It didn't.
     
    Computers were foreign to me but after a couple years I became somewhat familiar with them.
     
    Once the computer was opened, I spotted two hard drives and unplugged them both. But I couldn't guarantee that everything I needed was on these. I searched the drawers for any papers that he might try to hide. A locked drawer piqued my interest. That's where I would hide the documents that could put me away.
     
    I tugged on it hard but it wouldn't budge. He wouldn't keep the key just sitting around. It was probably on his person. I'd have to open this the old-fashioned way. I picked up the left side of the desk as high as I could, my muscles bulging through my leather jacket.
     
    I let go and the desk slammed to the ground. I checked the drawer but it was still locked.
     
    One more time should do it.
     
    I picked up the desk again and heaved it to the ground. The lower drawers smashed and broke apart. The locked one was opened part way. I took the whole drawer out and spotted another hard drive.
     
    Bingo.
     
    The two in the computer probably held nothing. I tossed them to the side and took the hidden hard drive. “I got you now, you son of a bitch,” I said aloud.
     
    The doors to the office opened and I froze in place. “Who are you talking to, Carter?” Mayor Trump asked, walking in with a gun pointed right at me.
     
    “What the fuck are you doing here, Mayor?”
     
    “Cleaning up some loose ends,” he replied. “Now drop that hard drive and put your hands up.”
     
    I let the hard drive slip out of my fingers and to the ground. I slowly brought my hand behind my back to