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“Be a good girl for me, wildcat, and I’ll take you out for a ride later.”

Emmy rolled her eyes, but she was blushing, watching Dad walk away with adoration in her eyes.

I turned to Gemma and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’ll see you soon, okay? I’m just gonna catch up on some work with Dad. You have fun doing some online shopping with Emmy.”

She nodded and smiled shyly at me. I dropped a sweet kiss on her lips and had to force myself to let go. Otherwise, I would have carried Gemma out of there and back to my apartment.

Back to where we could explore each other more thoroughly.

Fuck, I had her this morning, but I wanted her again.

I pulled away when I was moments from losing control.

I walked into the office and turned on the desktop, bringing up the bar’s security cameras and zooming in on the girls sitting at the table, Gemma’s laptop open in front of them.

“She’s going to be okay,” Dad said from his seat on the couch. I could only nod.

I took a seat at the desk and opened Fiona’s laptop, which happened to be a fucking gold mine.

Not only was she fucking connected to the darknet, she was a fucking member of the website that was used to sell Gemma’s virginity.

I couldn’t very well join from my own laptop to become a member, as I was sure it was tracked, and the person who owned this site might get spooked and shut it down before I could do anything.

This was safer.

I opened my laptop, set up the system I would need to track down the IP address used to create this site, and connected it to Fiona’s laptop. This would allow me to see and know everything she had used the laptop for, and I would have the tools available to delve deep into the layers of cyberspace.

If the person was half as good as me, they would have used Tor networking to host the source and, more importantly, keep the location of where the site was coming from, but all I needed to do was find the exit node and reverse that to find where it was connected…

“Fuck, got it,” I said, looking up at Dad.

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “Now, I just have to wait for the bastard to log onto his site. As soon as I’m pinged, I can trace back to where it’s connected.”

I couldn’t see the IP address because it was hidden from me. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t find the connection to the site and hack into the system.

One way or another, I was gonna find out who the fuck Aleksei Savkin was.

“What are we going to do about the riot?” I asked Dad while we waited.

He looked up at me from his phone. “Already one step ahead of you, son. I blackmailed Judge Thompson with pictures of him and his nineteen-year-old step-niece to get him to do us a favor.”

Judge Thompson was the Federal judge in the Sacramento district. It always paid to have dirt on judges with what we did, but a Federal judge was fucking gold.

I smiled a little at that.

“I’m sending men in.”

“To prison?” I asked.

“Just for a month. They’re getting in on petty charges. They’ll be out in a month, but they’ll take care of our little problem while they’re there.”

“And what if they get caught for murder? They’ll be in there for more than a month.”

He shook his head. “We have four prison guards on our side, and they’ll pin it on the other members of the Bratva. Let it die down, and this riot will be out of people’s minds.”

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