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r the bar. Yeah, Hannah had taught him a lesson, and his heart was too scarred to let anyone in again. He loved his family. He loved Zane and Liam, and now their women. But Mav would never, ev

ie said. "It was an accident. Of course it was." I sat at the kitchen table, and Mama was taking a na

e of lip gloss and a pack of gum. When Mama found out, she'd taken me to the store to return them and apologize. I'd done my share of hacking, too, which wasn't strictly legal, but I'd never stolen or compromised anything. Shit, if Mama knew what I was thinking, she'd go nuts. The front door opened and I heard heavy footsteps. I closed the lid of my laptop. Steve walked in. He was wearing a black T-shirt with Steve's Auto embroidered on it, and he had a greasy rag hanging from the back pocket of his jeans. "Hey," he said. "Hi." Kaylee ran in. "Daddy!" Steve hugged his daughter tightly. "How's my best girl?

o swallow the bad taste in my mouth, but I thought about Mama, Steve, and Kaylee, the kids...and me. A world without Mama Alma wasn't one I could imagine. I had to protect my family, the way Mama had protected me. With grim determination, I sat down at the desk in my loft and opened my laptop. Opening the browser, I scrolled to the black hat sign. It filled the screen. I clicked on work. Good morning, Rogue Angel. Your reputation precedes you. I have a job that only someone of your caliber could handle. "Yeah, yeah, flattery won't get you anywhere. The pay for the job is a million dollars." I sighed. Holy crap, a million dollars. I took a few calming breaths. That was enough to get Mama to get her act together. I g

f used in all computers today. But no system was unbeatable. I thought of Mama and tapped the keyboard. I'll do this. There. Done. A message popped up almost instantly. Very good. You have one week. I closed my eyes. What had I gotten myself into? I sat up straight and thought about Mama. Okay. I needed to map Rivera's network and look for vulnerabilities. Find all the strengths and weaknesses of his system. I put my foot down. I knew some gray hat hacker friends, and surely someone had tried to crack Rivera Tech before. They might have valuable information for me. I considered re

nce involved interacting with a target. It gave more accurate information, but it increased the risk of being caught by a firewall or network security. Shit. I studied the data. Bullshit. Bullshit. Sh

an, someone's a little paranoid." It makes sense. Rivera was a technology god. He would have a lot of important stuff in the system. And I suspecte