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“You too,” I replied, patting her back uncomfortably before taking a step back. “Uh, Ms. Illyria. What are you doing here?”

“Brought the journal you said you needed.” She smiled and slapped a leather journal against my chest, right before she walked past me into my dorm room.

Shit.

Chapter Five

Pippen

July 4, 2023, Soulless Sinners’ compound,

While seated in my cramped office at the clubhouse, going over mundane stupid shit, the unexpected and aggressive entrance of Montana jolted me when he powerfully kicked open the door and flung a backpack onto the table in front of me.

“There is a computer in that bag. I want to know what’s on it.”

“Whose is it?”

“Sypher’s.”

I stared at the president of the Soulless Sinners, my eyes wide with disbelief, as if he had just lost his goddamn mind while I watched Payne drag Danny past my office. I didn’t know what the hell was going on or how Danny happened to be here, but whatever happened wasn’t good.

The second he saw me, he slowly shook his head.

Shit.

Something was wrong.

“PIPPEN!”

Blinking, I muttered, “What?”

“Computer?”

There was absolutely no chance in hell I could hack into Sypher’s computer. It would be like breaking into the Kremlin, the Vatican, and into my brother’s little black book all at the same time—fucking impossible!

Snapping his fingers, the angry man growled, “Computer. How long to crack it open?”

“Um, about that. I won’t be able to.”

“Why is that?”

“’Cause it’s Sypher’s. He has it rigged. If anyone tampers with it, it’s designed to delete all the information. The only way into his computer is with a twenty-eight key code he designed, which changes every hour. It’s a rather genius algorithm. I heard NASA offered to buy his code for millions.”

“SHAME!” the man roared.

Moments later, Shame walked over.

“You bellowed?”

“Help Pippen get into Sypher’s computer.”

Shame chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “And just how in the hell did you get your hands on that kid’s computer? You didn’t kill him, did you? ‘Cause that’s just gonna piss everyone off.”

“Little pissant took off with Illyria. Picked him up at the airport.”

“Then get the kid to give you the password.”

“Not a password. A revolving twenty-eight-character code.”

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