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“Babe, now’s not the time to ask a question.”

She smiled. “I love you too.”

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Candie criedout as the man rammed himself inside her from behind. “Yeah, baby, do me hard. Do me harder than all those fuckers.”

He obliged by pounding into her body mercilessly as she bent over at the waist and grabbed the cheap footboard of the motel bed. She liked him taking her this way, and the rougher the better. It hurt, but she wanted it to hurt. Wanted it to tear her up so she could feel something that matched her anger.

“More!”

“What’s got you so upset,priya?” the handsome man teased as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“That fuckin’ jagoff Wolf. Thinks he can get away with firing me. Well, he and his cunt girlfriend got another thing coming!”

Someday she needed to find out this guy’s name. He called himself Enforcer, and she guessed it was a road name from some other MC. She didn’t give a shit as long as he had money and a big dick that stayed hard for a long time. He was handsome as hell, even with that scar near his left ear.

“How dare they fire me! I’m the star of the gawddamn show,” she said as she repositioned her arms to brace against the violent pounding.

“Are they always together?”

“How the fuck should I know? If he’s not at her place, he’s at the club. If he’s not there, then he’s at that fucking bakery. I can’t believe he’s fucking a skinny blue-haired coffee nerd!” No matter. She’d get them back somehow. “Aren’t you supposed to be fucking me?”

His answer was to wrap a scarf around her neck and pull back, choking her as he continued to thrust. She vaguely heard him talking but didn’t understand the words. Probably cursing her and calling her a whore. She smiled.

This was the second time she’d met him and the first time she’d fucked him. He wasn’t a Slagger, but he hung out at their clubhouse, so maybe he was one of those wannabe bikers or a new prospect looking to join. After Wolf fired her, she immediately ran to the Slagger compound and told them all the dirt she could think of about the Knights. Especially Wolf and his fucking cunt girlfriend. When she saw this dude was there, she walked up to him and asked point-blank if he wanted to fuck. They drove straight to the place she brought her clients, and he rented the room. Not thirty seconds after they entered, she was bent over taking it from him. No foreplay. No lube. No talking. Just raw animal fucking. Perfect for the mood she was in.

“Where’s her place?”

He yanked her back, slamming himself inside her, making their skin clap together. Candie’s knees nearly buckled.

“Camshaft said it was some old house in a dip near the greenway. He helped Wolf do some home improvement shit. Wolf and his cunt playing house together! Makes me fucking sick.” A thought occurred to her. “Why the fuck do you want to know?”

“Maybe I’ll go kill them both for you.”

His thrusts became more violent, and Candie felt the first smidgeon of fear. For all the violent thrusting, he sounded completely in control. Fuck that! Orgasm was just at the horizon. She coughed once as the scarf tightened. “Is that all you got?”

He ripped out of her pussy, lined up with her ass, and plunged inside. The pain made her scream and come at the same time. “That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!”

The scarf tightened again.

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Jazz flexed her fingers.This wasn’t going to be as easy, but what choice did she have? The Slaggers had already trashed Bill and Madge’s place to the point of ruin and terrorized her brother.

What would happen when they came after Wolf with guns blazing?

This was going to end, just not in a big bloody shootout on the streets of Pittsburgh. It would piss Wolf off like crazy when he found out about her interference, but if her hacking capabilities kept him and her other loved ones safe, then she would willingly risk his wrath.

Jazz opened her programs and logged into the dark web. Her hands skimmed over the keys as she searched for the sites she needed while keeping her presence hidden. First rule of a hacker and a scam-shielder? Find the money trail. Everyone needed to launder it.

It took some time traipsing through information as related to the Slaggers, but the sniffer program she designed found the first part of what she wanted. Huge amounts of money flowed from a mom-and-pop dry-cleaning service near the Slaggers MC compound. The profits from this little business tripled several years ago, which she thought should have set off an alarm with the state, but as long as taxes were paid on time, no one paid attention to the oddity. A little research drummed up information that the owners had been deceased for seven years. That certainly was at odds with a business that was thriving. Google street maps showed the front of the building locked up solid with a Closed sign on the front window that was so old it was peeling away. If any dry-cleaning was taking place, it was very little. The new owner was none other than James Higgenbotham, aka Ramrod of the Slaggers MC, and it appeared that they had just under a million in the business. More like drug trade revenues and extortion fees.

No wonder they had such firepower.

Jazz ran a reconciliation program and flagged several bank accounts that would trigger audits. She debated on inserting her special virus but decided corrupting this program wouldn’t be enough. Tapping the keys, she systematically transferred money and deleted those accounts, leaving no trace of herself but dropping a few pins that looped back and framed James as the initiator of these transactions. She scattered the money as donations to dozens of different charities around the country: a children’s home in Nebraska, a women’s shelter in Idaho, a high school marching band in Oklahoma. Simple transfers that she set up as gifts from fictitious or anonymous donors. She thought about giving some money to Bark-Off Dog Treats, where her brother worked, but someone might notice a connection between the chief baker and the guy their club scared the shit out of recently. Once the money appeared in those accounts, she deleted all transaction histories and erased any pathways that would lead back to her or the Knights.

Then she planted bugs in their system that would send out big red flags to cyber authorities to not only cripple their drug network but also give access to the DEA, wrapping them up like a Christmas gift with a big shiny bow. She didn’t have to do much more than lay a wide trail of data breadcrumbs and the Slaggers would be toast.

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