Page 2 of Royal Hacker

Sam

“Hey,boss, I think something’s wrong with the system. I had a lady come up, never seen her before, but I ran her license, and it went through. I let her in. What do you want us to do?” John spoke into my earpiece. I always wanted to know what was going on in my club, to make sure it was safe. It took years to get off the waiting list for the club. Each member of Team Blackwood knew every member, and the lady who’d walked in was not a member.

My team had been working on a case for the local police department. The case involved a killer who would stalk his targets for a few weeks then cut them up into pieces. Every lead we had followed took us to a dead end. I was looking forward to a low-key night and being able to decompress. But it seemed someone had broken into my club.

I looked around and spotted her the second she walked into the dungeon. “I will take care of it,” I replied. The first thing I noticed was how her eyes were taking in the surroundings as though she’d never been in a BDSM club. Her pink hair dusted her shoulders, and her tight black dress fit her hourglass body. She had to be no taller than five two. The woman was stunning, and few women had caught my attention recently. The way she carried herself and that tight-fitting dress made my dick stand at attention.What is this little pixie thinking breaking into my club?

She was looking for something or someone, and I was so busy checking her out that I almost didn’t notice she’d found her target. She was heading toward a scene and didn’t look like she was stopping. Doug, a longtime member known for having a different Sub each week, must have made this little pixie mad. But that was no excuse for breaking into a scene. She could get hurt. I was walking toward her, telling her to stop. The problem was the bass was so loud in the club, it was hard to hear my voice over the music. I also saw Brock, one of the dungeon masters, heading toward the little pixie.

She tapped Doug on the shoulder, pulled back, and punched him in the nose. I was stunned for a second. I didn’t know if I should discipline the pixie or give her a round of applause for finally taking the douchebag down. I hurried through the crowd, pushing people to the side. When I reached the scene, I pulled her off Doug so we could figure out what was going on.

“Brock, grab Doug and take him to my office, and get Eric up there to take a look at his nose. It looks like she broke it. Dave, can you clean up the station and take care of Sasha? I will take this one to my office and get this settled.” The little pixie in my hands was still trying to get away and attack Doug again.Wow, she is a little spitfire.

All the wiggling she was doing was turning me on. “If you don’t stop wiggling like that, I will tie you to the spanking bench and tan your ass then fuck you, so I recommend you stop.” That must have been the right thing to say because she stopped to evaluate her situation.

“You can let me go now. I won’t attack him again,” the tiny woman in my arms replied. I didn’t think she was telling the truth. The stare she was giving Doug said she would kill him. “I think I will keep you in my arms so you can’t attack anyone else, and figure out what is going on.”

I tossed her over my shoulder and headed up to my office, not sure what I would do with her. She’d broken club rules, and we had to address that. I also needed to know how she’d managed to get in because she was definitely not a member. I also had an inkling I recognized her from somewhere.

I sat down in my high-back leather chair, pulling her onto my lap so her back was to my chest. She wasn’t wiggling or yelling anymore, but I could tell she was still fuming.

“Okay, who wants to tell me what is going on? Doug? Do you know who this is or how she got into my club?” She felt superb in my arms, and I was not in the mood to let her go right at that moment.

She made a huffing noise and talked before Doug had a chance. “That little son of a bitch sitting in the chair over there is my brother-in-law. Well, about to be my ex-brother-in-law when I tell Jessica where you were. I always knew you were a low-life piece of shit. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. I will rip off your balls and jam them down your throat.”

She’s bloodthirsty.I’d never cared for Doug. He was a scumbag, but we were in a BDSM club, and there were rules. So I put my hand over her mouth to get her to shut up. Her attempts to continue yelling at Doug came out muffled.

I stated in her ear, “If you don’t stop, I will have one of the masters bring me a ball gag.” That got her to stop in a heartbeat. “Pity… I wanted to try one out on you.” That earned me a glare that would have brought most men to their knees.

“Doug, is what she’s saying true? Are you married, and did you bring your personal life into my club?” The man looked like he wanted to kill the young woman in my hands.

“Yes, I’m married, but it is none of that twat’s business what I do in my off time. That is between my wife and me. Sam, why don’t you ask Patty who she works for? I think you’ll find that information pleasing,” the sleazeball replied.

Whoever she worked for, she was not happy about being outed. She went crazy at Doug’s statement.

“Doug, I don’t like personal business interfering with my club. Your membership is revoked.”

“You will pay for this—you hear me? I will make you pay for what you did today. Oh, and, Sam, since you didn’t ask who she works for, I will tell you myself. That woman you have in your hands is Bridget’s receptionist,” Doug said while he was being escorted out of my office by John.

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Patty

“Before you get all huffy and ask me about being Bridget’s employee, I need to call my sister. Since you’ll bring Bridget and Alex into this now, I need to have my sister down here before Bridget comes. The second you tell Alex and Bridget that I’m here, they will come down to the club. I need her here for this,” I pleaded to the rock of muscle behind me.

“Okay, we will call your sister and then discuss you breaking into my club.” Sam paged a man named Brock, asking him if Asher and CJ were there.

The second Sam asked for Asher and CJ, I knew my day was going from bad to worse. CJ worked with me at White Hat Security, and Asher was CJ’s boyfriend and Alex’s brother.

Another tall man with short blond hair entered. His eyes were blue like the sky. His skin looked as though he spent time out on the ocean. I wondered if being hot was a requirement for working at the club.Or do they manufacture these men in the back room to look like this?

The handsome guy handed me a phone since mine was in my car. Then he said to Sam, “Asher and CJ are on their way up. They should be here any second.” I assumed the man made of muscles was Brock.

I tuned out Sam and Brock and dialed my sister’s number.

“Hello?” She sounded like I’d woken her up.

“Hey, it’s me. I did something you might be mad about.”

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