“Oh!” I yelp and jump out of bed startling him.
“Christ, Raegan. You almost gave me a heart attack,” I hear him yell as I’m in the living room grabbing the hard drive.
“Come in here for a minute and I’ll show you.”
I walk to my study and boot up my computers. It’s better to show him this.
Kane walks in only sporting his boxers and sits down in the chair that I brought in from the small kitchen table.
“Good god, Hawk would probably wet himself if he saw your set up here.”
“Hawk?”
“He is our secretary for the club and our IT guy when we need to look into people.”
“Kane, before I show you this, I need to give some background.”
He nods, so I start to tell him about hacking before college and earning a living doing it. I tell him about the government jobs and the small ones I do. He continues to stare at me listening, not interrupting me once.
Finally, when I’ve done it all in full length, I wait for his response.
“So you’re telling me that you can hack into any system and retrieve information on anyone or anything?” he asks peering thoughtful. “Jesus, I’ve hooked my wagon onto a super spy,” he mumbles, rubbing his hands roughly against his face.
“Yes, and a few days ago I had a new client reach out who’s willing to pay enough to make sure I’m sitting pretty for a few years if I can get them into a business and copy all their files.”
“Okay, so what do you need? Protection from the club?”
“No, that’s not it. I’m good at covering my tracks. That’s why they call me Ghost,” I say not to brag, but to let him know that I’m good at what I do. “These people want me to hack Dead Road MC.”
I start to pull up the email to show him, but he isn’t moving from his seat to view at the screen. If it were possible, steam would be leaving his ears now and if bullets could shoot out of eyes, I’d be dead right about now.
“What the fuck do you mean, someone wants you to hack me?” He slams his fist on my desk making the monitors jump.
I wonder if he’s had this temper his whole life or if it’s something new?
“Don’t you raise your voice at me! You’re lucky I’m telling you this at all,” I yell matching his energy.
Kane stands and reaches for his phone, dialing god knows who, at this ungodly hour.
“Are you at the clubhouse?” he roars over the phone. “Get there and be in my office…no, it can’t wait…get Havoc and Brass to meet also, I’ll be there in twenty.” He hangs up and then looks back to me.
“Pack this shit up, we’re going back to the clubhouse so that my club can hear this bullshit.”
“What? It’s late, can’t we do this in the morning?” I plead. I smell like sex and probably look like it too.
“Fuck no! Someone wants information on my club to bring us down. We go now. Bring whatever you need.”
I roll my eyes and stand to find some clothes so that I’m not yanked out of here naked. Some men are so dramatic. I start to walk out ahead of him when I feel a sting on my right bare butt cheek. The shock gives me a delayed yelp.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Wildcat,” he orders with a smirk as I rub the area he just smacked.
“You’re a brute,” I comment as I step into the closet.
As I’m throwing on fresh underwear and a bra, I find a cute lounge set with socks and tennis shoes before throwing my messy sex hair in a bun on top of my head. Once I check the mirror to make sure I look somewhat decent, I go over to the office area to gather up the stuff I’ll need to show the boys my work.
“The fuck? Do you own anything that covers up that sexy body? Christ, I’m gonna end up killing one of my brothers for even looking in your direction.”
I glance down in confusion. All my private parts are covered. What is he talking about?
