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My fingers start to rain down on my keyboard, the sound satisfying and allowing me to express my pure fucking anger at the audacity of whoever is behind the hack and the theft. I’ve checked with the other chapters of the DSMC and we’re the only ones who have been targeted by the fuckface hiding behind their keyboard. I’m not sure what it means but it feels significant to me.
When I find a breadcrumb in the hack that has never been there before, I’m a little shocked. It seems that in the asshole’s haste or overconfidence, they didn’t cover their tracks like they normally do. Because of their fuck up I’m able to track them for the first fucking time in months.
If I weren’t so pissed, I might shout out gleefully, but considering all they’ve stolen from us, I only scowl at my computer. I pull up information on Mistletoe Creek, Tennessee which is where this shit for brains is located. It looks like a picture-perfect sort of place. I’m not sure if this person is so arrogant that they think it’s the perfect place for them or if it’s their version of a joke.
Not that it matters.
I save all the information I can on the hacker, which is more than I had, but still not as much as I want. The fact that I even have a town is almost a miracle. They’ve been so careful up to this point and I hope they’re not trying to send me on a wild goose chase.
It won’t stop me from finding them. Eventually.
I quickly pack a bag because as soon as my brothers are up, I’ll be meeting with my Prez, Spark, and Treasurer, Clutch. Clutch has been up my ass about finding the fucker behind the hack. I would have done it anyway on principle alone, but he’s been like a dog with a damn bone.
I get it. He took the theft even more personally considering he’s in charge of the club’s funds. The payouts my brothers have gotten from our business have taken a small hit because of the hacker skimming from our funds, which is bad, but not the worst part. What took the biggest hit was the money we donate to those who need it within the community, especially to help fight human traffickers and give people, especially women, rescued from trafficking rings the help they need.
The club doesn’t just give money to the cause. We investigate trafficking rings and take them down whenever we can. That is blood we spill willingly and with glee. We know the pain caused by people who are lower than scum.
Monk, our brother, lost his sister in more ways than one, when traffickers abducted her. We rescued her and some other women being held, but not before the damage was done. She was never the same and while her death wasn’t at the hands of those traffickers, the blame can be put at their feet. If we could have resurrected the men responsible to kill them again, we would have.
Monk has been carrying around demons on his back since then. I hope one day he finds his own path to redemption and happiness, but I’m not holding my breath at this point. The man came by his road name honestly and hasn’t touched a woman the entire time I’ve known him. I had my patch when he was prospecting and everything went down with his sister. He became the fastest patched in member of the DSMC by proving his loyalty to the club and his family while losing more than any man should ever lose.
For this hacker to be affecting our ability to right the wrongs that go on around us means there will be no mercy given when we find them. The ripples from their thefts are very real and they have no idea the impact they’ve had.
When I stuff my laptop into my bag and zip it up, I head out of my room in the clubhouse toward the kitchen to get some coffee. I’m surprised as fuck to find Tiff, one of the club angels, already up. When I take a closer look, I realize she’s looking a little rough.
When she spots me, she flashes me a big smile, but it doesn’t hide how exhausted she looks. I can’t help but tease her, “Rough night?”
She huffs out a laugh and rolls her eyes before pouring me a cup of coffee, adding some sugar, just the way I like it, and sliding it toward me. “You could say that. Didn’t get much sleep,” her voice is a slow husky drawl that tells me just how tired she is. She winks at me. “Not that I’m complaining.”
I don’t need to know which one of my brothers she hooked up with last night. We might get down and dirty in front of each other at parties when the mood strikes and an angel or someone who hangs out around the club catches our eye, but we don’t gossip about that shit. When it comes to the angels or any easy fuck, that’s all it is. We all know the score and there’s no room for jealousy.
Now, when it comes to old ladies? It’s a whole other thing. The only old ladies who are really around right now are McKenzie, who belongs to Bronco, and Evelyn, who recently put Penance out of his brooding misery. I thought for sure Penance was going to spend the rest of his life trying to balance the scales with whatever he did in his past, but I had no idea it was all about Evelyn. He was tight lipped as shit about it, but now the man actually smiles.
I wonder what the love, devotion, and loyalty of a good woman would do for me. I shake off the thought because it should be the last thing on my mind.
Tiff pulls me from my thoughts, “What’s got you up so early this morning?” Her eyes rove over me like I’m parading around naked, and she didn’t just spend the night getting railed by one—or more—of my brothers. “Looking for some fun?”
“Club business, Tiff,” my voice is curt because I have no interest in entertaining her.
I haven’t for a while now even though we used to hook up from time to time. I chalked it up to being focused on the shit storm that’s been going on around here with the old Bratva in the city being pushed out of power and the Steel Renegades popping up at the behest of the old Bratva to murder one of our prospects and fuck with us. Oh, and of course trying to find the hacker who has been a thorn in our side for way too long. My gut is telling me it might be more than all the stress and something else altogether.
I don’t have time to figure it out now and I don’t care to.
She takes a step closer to me and my body stiffens. Thankfully before she can close the distance and put her hands on me, Spark walks into the room. He must see something on my face because he lets out a long sigh as he starts to pour himself a cup of coffee.
“I take it we need to talk,” he throws over his shoulder.
“Yup,” I pop the p and give him a pointed look when he turns back to me, his eyes finding mine over the rim of the mug as he takes a long drink.
“Well, shit,” he mumbles.
Tiff pushes her tits up until they’re practically under her chin, but neither of us give her more than a passing glance. Her shoulders slump and she huffs as she leaves the kitchen. Spark smirks and shakes his head.
He prompts, “Office?”
“Probably for the best. Clutch needs to be there as well.”
“Fuck,” he sighs and pulls out his phone. He barks some orders into it as I finish my cup of coffee and sends a few texts off as well.
