The Daemon's Hacker, Havoc Predators MC Book 1

By Ann Edwards

Liam
As a five hundred year old Daemon I thought my chances of finding my mate was over. Until she was hired by the MC.
Phoebe
I'm like a virtual private investigator. When the Havoc Predators enlist my help I know something serious is going on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ann Edwards
• Release date: Nov 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9780578321066

Ann Edwards

Ann Edwards is a pen name for a long time reader. I am married and have three dogs. I enjoy camping, fishing and riding motorcycles.

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Chapter 1

Liam

Come on, man; you can't beat on the computer if you still want it to work.

I am tired of Dax constantly griping at me about this stupid hunk of plastic. But, of course, it's not my fault; as a Daemon, my fingers are too big for the keys.

Trying to search on this tiny keyboard sucks! Dax huffs his breath at me.

I am the MC Enforcer. It's in my job description to beat on things.

Dax and I are both members of the Havoc Predators Motorcycle Club. We aren't one-percenters, but we have our own way of doing things, especially since we are all paranormals. Dax is our tech guy, computers, software, alarms, and surveillance, whatever the club needs. We have several businesses that we own and operate. Our biggest money maker is our security company.

Living in a small out-of-the-way town in Oklahoma, we do a lot of traveling and online business. Unfortunately, our current client keeps having money stolen over the web. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to catch the culprit and keep running into dead ends.

I need a drink. I'll be at the bar if you get any ideas on where to go next with this.

We are at the clubhouse. It's an old barn situated on two hundred and fifty acres in the middle of nowhere. Being paranormal, we need privacy and seclusion to shift. We each have our own two to five acres of land, and several of us have built our own houses. Some brothers are waiting to meet our elusive fated mate before building. Paranormals live longer lives. Once we find our mate, we can live even longer, just as they will gain longevity after mating. Each of us appears to be in our late twenties to early thirties. I can't remember being that young.

I walk down the long hallway to the main room. The center is an ample open space. Along the walls are various mismatched tables and chairs of different heights. On the far wall, stretching the whole length, is the bar. We have a second floor with rooms for guests. The stairs are along the right wall, connecting to a small balcony at the top.

One of our prospects at the bar is pouring drinks and operating the small kitchen, with appetites like our food is always at-the-ready. I take a seat, and the prospect hands me a beer, Give me a shot of Jack too.

I don't bother with please and thank you, it's his job. If he wants to earn his patch, he does as he's told and stays quiet about it. Being a daemon, I stand at six foot five, and my shoulders are massive. It's part of why I am the Enforcer. Although Pres. being a dragon, usually gets the job done faster than the rest of us.

Dax takes the seat next to me. I guess we aren't done with this conversation.

I think we need to get a hacker. But, unfortunately, I am stuck at this point, not sure how else to track this fucker down.

He runs his fingers through his long blonde hair, frustration evident on his face. Dax is good at the computer stuff. For him to be at a loss, whoever we are looking for must be REALLY good. I take a mouthful of beer and start to choke on it when the prospect chimes in.

I have someone who might be able to help.

Dax and I slowly turn our heads and stare at him. He starts to cower under our glare.

Who the fuck do you know that is better than Dax?

I'm being an ass, but he needs to learn his place.

My, um, cousin, she does private side work like private investigator type shit. She hunts down deadbeat parents and cheating spouses or boyfriends.

Dax and I share a glance before turning back to him. I continue asking questions.

Is she local, and can she keep her mouth shut?

The last thing we need is some outsiders running their mouths and possibly ruining the club's reputation.

I am not sure where she is currently, but I can reach out to her and see when she can get here.

Dax cuts me off before I can ask any more questions.

We need to discuss this with Jasper before we do that. Get me her information, and we can move on from there.

The prospect pulls his phone out and jots down a phone number and email address.

She doesn't always answer right away. She's paranoid about stuff coming back on her, so she usually does a background search before returning the call.

Once we get the information, Dax and I get up and walk back to Jasper's office. As President of the MC, Jasper has the final say on all the business decisions.

We knock on his door and walk in. He looks up, eyebrows pulled down in disapproval.

By all means, come in.

We each take a seat in front of his desk. What is going on?

Dax hands him the note from the prospect.

This is Noah's cousin. We need a hacker. He thinks she can help.

Jasper takes the note and looks at both of us.

I assume this is about the Robinson case?

We both nod our heads. Dax continues to answer Jasper's questions.

We are stuck. Not sure how this hacker is getting through the extra firewalls and security we added, but more money is missing.

Jasper shakes his head, So what does he think SHE can do that we can't?

According to the prospect, she makes her living hunting down hidden money from deadbeat parents and cheaters.

Jasper rubs his chin. He looks like he has been in this office for days. His t-shirt has food and liquor stains on it. His dark hair is too long, sticking out in all directions; he needs a haircut. Jasper and I like to keep a cleaner look. Then, when we shift, it makes things easier to deal with.

Involving an outsider needs to have a vote. We can't just decide. Send a message to the brothers; I'm calling Church. Get the officers here within the hour. If the council approves, contact her and get her here ASAP.

We both nod and get up to leave. Church is what we call our meetings, and only patched members are allowed to attend. Depending on the circumstances, it can be officers only or full membership. Dax walks out first.

Before I leave, I turn and look at Jasper, You alright, Pres?

He looks back at me, I can feel something coming. My skin feels too tight, and my dragon is getting antsy.

It's never a good sign when our other side gets riled up before we do. I nod at Jasper, unsure what else I can tell him. We have enough space where he can let his dragon loose without causing too much attention or problems. Even though the world knows paranormals exist, they still get twitchy if they think we are too close.

I need another drink.

Chapter 2

Phoebe

Come on, you bastard, show me what you got. I have been sitting at this computer for almost eighteen hours, trying to track down this guy's offshore accounts. He owes his wife spousal and child support.

He has a McMansion and a new high-maintenance wife, so he has it hiding somewhere. Her Botox injections alone cost more than my monthly rent. They live outside of Los Angeles, but she acts like they live in Beverly Hills. Meanwhile, his ex-wife and three kids can barely afford rent, food, and a two-bedroom apartment outside San Diego. California's cost of living is so expensive. The fact he got caught banging his secretary made his prenup null and void.

Now he is stuck with his new Barbie Doll, and she is sucking his bank account dry. But, of course, she would be spending more if she knew about his hidden money. I am concentrating so much, following the money trail, when my phone sounds with a text message—causing me to jump out of my skin. I need some sleep and a decent meal. A diet of soda and junk food isn't helping any. I am so close to setting this to rights I can taste it.

My phone starts to ring. I glance over and see it's the same number the text came from, as if I will answer. I don't want to hear about my car's warranty right now. I roll my eyes at myself. I need some sleep and food. Although, I am not sure in what order I need each of those. I get an alert for a voicemail, and it starts ringing again. Whoever is trying to get in touch with me needs to learn a bit of patience.

I continue to ignore my phone, following the money trail. HA!! Bastard, I got you!!! I started doing a happy dance in my chair and giggling manically, thankful no one could see me right now.

You have been a VERY naughty boy James.

He has over fifteen million hiding in the Cayman Islands. I am sure he has more elsewhere. His current address is misleading. He already has a yacht worth two million.

"Hmm, let's see how much the kids and