Out Of Your League: The Hacker Boss

in a dark bunker, using my hacking genius to build

sed my name from the Syndicate ledgers and b

vate her, dismissing my heartbre

nts I had funded to buy her a three-hundred-

dinner in our safehouse, he cove

ust stay out of the wa

he barely knew, but conveniently forgot the one ingre

and ignored my dying father

never kept me in the s

my brilliance, caging my mind so he co

switch, wiping every trace of

invoked my own Ome

promised, I would just have to step into t

pte

ra

not bring myself to incinerate the work of three years. These servers held every transaction I had ever engineered-including the seed transfer of my own life savings into his first casino. If I destroyed them, I destroyed the on

eless asset to be liquidated at his convenience. Yet some foolish, vestigial p

ong, distorted shadows from the furniture. The document on the central screen was meticulously typed,

iquidated her civilian life, a sum of one hundred and twenty thousand dol

ets with the blood of his enemies. He commanded an army of ruthless soldier

om my mind and his will, a throne would be built for us, and that I would b

y, hacked rival security grids to clear the path for his hits, and designed

ledgers I had just breach

Asset'-proof that Zane had claimed every one of my tactical victories as his own. He had always claimed the

hadows to protect me. He hi

oor of the pentho

t gunpowder rolled off his tailored suit. He tossed his holster onto the glass coffee

straight to the liquor cabinet an

His voice was a low, dangerous rumble-the precise regis

ack, my chest tightenin

My voice was su

his lips. He finally turned to look at

aying the alliance negotiations with Siena's family. Th

not just signed away the network I built to

betrothal con

uilty; he looked annoyed. He pinched the b

His tone was dismissive. "I just spent four hours interroga

it me like a physica

behind the monitors. "You took my money. You

long, dark shadow over me. "Siena has the Vitiello bloodline. She brings t

Omertà." I looked directly into

inst my eardrums. He reached out and grabbed my chin,

my chin and turned away, dismissing me e

hut the door. The sound of running water

My father was lying on an operating table having a quadruple bypass

ority as Capo, forcing me to stay behind and hack a riva

od for a man who just calle

My thumb twice failed to unlock the sc

ure text threa

parations. I am

. Somewhere in the bathroom, the water was still running. And somewhere in the servers