11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Ryder

I t had been two days since Meghan replied to any of my emails. It was fucking with my mind. Even sitting in my meeting today, listening to our roles and responsibilities at the Port of Sunnyvale, I couldn't help but keep checking the email on my phone.

I had already received and replied to two emails from Melanie, the owner of MLA Publishing. Meghan's name was attached to the emails, but yet, she never replied.

I wasn't ready to let her go. She wasn't even mine, yet, I craved to hear from her.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Matt asked, as he leaned over and whispered so no one else would hear.

I quickly put my phone back in my pocket and glanced at Matt. "Nothing, just checking my emails," I replied.

"Bullshit," he said, shaking his head.

I don't know what has overcome me, but I couldn't let my head get this twisted right now. We had been briefed earlier this morning and it had been declared that there was definitely a rat working at the Port of Sunnyvale. Someone was giving clearance and looking the other way to shipments containing illegal products. Apparently, there was a huge criminal organization that was bringing in stolen artifacts that equaled in the millions, that also housed drugs that would be transported all over the United States from Mexico.

Now that I was finally listening again, I felt my jaw clench as I heard about the deceit that was taking place right here in our city. I hated a rat and a traitor on the inside wasn't something that Salvatore Security Forces wasn't accustomed to. Not long ago, someone within Lance's own group had placed his men in danger. We couldn't let this go. We had a job to do and damn it, we would take care of those that were enemies to their own.

By noon, our meeting had wrapped up and I was given my task for tomorrow. In the morning, I would make my way to the Port of Sunnyvale and work undercover as a security guard.

As I made my way back to my desk, I found myself more than eager to check my email. I was beyond frustrated that Meghan hadn't replied back to me. So, even though I probably sounded desperate, I did something I knew I shouldn't, I sent her an email.

Meghan,

I hope you don't consider me a stalker...yet. I have to admit, I looked forward to our daily email exchanges. I hope you are doing well. How do you feel about the beach?

Lost and confused,

-Ryder

I hit send and then sat back, rubbing my jaw as I re-read the email a hundred times. Each time I read, I detested the words. I sounded more like some crazed loser than a man hopelessly wanting to get to know a beautiful woman. If I hadn't scared her away before, I definitely did now.

Shutting down my computer, I realized I couldn't sit around and wallow in my own misery any longer. I was a man of action. If I wanted Meghan, then I would just have to go get her myself. I was on a mission now.