Page 1 of Wizard

PROLOGUE

WIZARD

Iended the call with my club brother and scanned the notes I’d taken during our conversation. Echo was on active surveillance for a ring of con men that the Hounds of Hellfire, my motorcycle club, was trying to take down. Apparently, the female neighbor had perfect access—at least, that was the story he was spinning—and he wanted me to do a background check. Possibly a deep dive if anything looked questionable.

Since I had several programs that basically ran on their own, they were searching for specific information about the thieves, which left me free to work on Echo’s request. Even though most of the background check was done by the computer, I always went through everything. When all was said and done, I would never believe that a robot was better than the human eye. Even if I designed it.

Violet Kimball. Twenty years old. Single. Audiobook narrator.

An audiobook narrator? That job could be a cover for many things, but that didn’t mean I would find anything else.

I pulled up her list of credits and noticed she’d done the majority of her work for a romance author, Thea Drummond.It was a beautiful name, and I wondered if it was real or a pen name. Curiosity got the best of me, so I started digging into Thea.

Despite the fact that I was supposed to be looking into Violet, I let the program run on her and focused on Thea. I was shocked when I looked at her address and realized she only lived about twenty minutes away in the next town over. I could have run into her and never even known it. But then, as a tech genius, I spent most of my time behind a screen…so maybe not.

She was twenty-two. Single. Never married. Went to a college a few hours from Riverstone, Georgia—the town where my MC was located—but dropped out between her junior and senior year when her independently published books began to make her enough money to write full-time.

Parents moved to Arizona when she was eighteen. She had an older sister, Cady. They didn’t appear to have a strong relationship since Thea’s phone records indicated they only spoke once or twice a year. And her travel had never taken her to Michigan, where Cady lived.

I continued to build a picture of her life story through all the facts I was compiling until I got a text, pulling me out of the little bubble I’d built around myself. After answering the message, I remembered Echo’s request and figured I should look into Violet before I got lost in Thea again.

While compiling her dossier, I pulled up one of her audiobooks and hit play.

Before long, I was sucked into the story. Until she reached a steamy scene, and the thought of listening to the Echo’s girl pretending to have sex made me flinch.

But I was too hooked on the story to stop reading, so I purchased the e-book on my computer and quickly found my spot.

Holy fuck.

After the first couple of paragraphs, I went back to the information I’d been gathering and found a picture of her. My lungs froze, and my body stirred when her face appeared on my screen.

Light blond hair hung in silky waves around her shoulders. Her forest-green eyes were fringed by dark lashes. She had an oval-shaped face with high cheekbones, a button nose, and full lips. Fucking gorgeous.

Her last report from her doctor said she was an average weight for her size. I couldn’t help noticing that some of that came from her generous tits. I glanced at her height and chuckled. She was only five foot two. At six foot four, I would tower over her, but I liked that it would make her so petite next to me. She would fit perfectly into the grooves of my body, and I could just carry her around. Or if she was being stubborn, I’d simply pick her up and put her where I wanted her to be.

With her picture in my head, I went back to reading. When the scene was done, I was sweating, and my pants were so tight it was almost painful. The couple on the pages had become Thea and me, making me ache to run my hands all over her body, kiss those pink lips, and feel her pussy squeezing my cock.

I set the e-reader down and thought about anything that would cool my libido, then I tried to get back to work. However, my mind kept wandering back to the story, and not the sex—well…notonlythe sexy part. I was curious about the suspense, wondering how she would resolve the conflict with the villain and between the main couple. After a half hour of staring at my computer and getting nothing done, I told myself that in order to do thorough research on Thea, it was important for me to read her book.

I’d always been an extremely fast reader, so I finished in a few hours. Then I downloaded the next one in the series.

More research.

Several hours later, a knock on my office door startled me out of Thea’s fictional world once again. My work involved a lot of intense focus and, often, very sensitive information. If I wasn’t in my office when working, then I was in the SCIF—or Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility—also called a skiff room. So everyone knocked before entering, even my superiors.

That gave me time to hide away my e-reader before I called out for them to enter.

It was King and Blaze, the president and VP of my MC. They’d just been in a meeting with Echo and wanted to fill me in. After they left, I was tempted to go back to Thea’s books, but I had shit to do. Reluctantly, I went back to my deep dive on Violet and put together a dossier, then sent it to Echo in a secure email.

Two days later, I’d devoured two more of Thea’s books and was downloading the next one when I got a text from Echo. Jeff, the guy we were surveilling, was on the phone with some associates, and he wanted me to monitor the trap and trace we’d set up. Unfortunately, it was useless although we learned about a meeting set for the next day.

I texted with the prez during the call, and we set up a plan.

When Jeff hung up, Echo’s number immediately flashed on my cell phone screen.

“You get it?” he asked when I answered on the first ring.

“Too many relays,” I replied with a frustrated grunt. “These fuckers aren’t messing around. Whoever is in charge has deep pockets.”

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