e couldn't do it without Mama. More weight settled on my shoulders. Maybe I wouldn't have to take this black hat job. Maybe I could work hard for Killian, and Steve

re having cash flow problems." "What?" I leaned forward. "So they don't ask you to work if they don't have the money to pay for it." "Easy, Remi." These ar

he bad taste in my mouth, but I thought about Mama, Steve, and Kaylee, the kids...and me. A world without Mama Alma wasn't one I could imagine. I had to protect my family, the way Mama had protected me. With grim determination, I sat down at the desk in my loft and opened my laptop. Opening the browser, I scrol

ace. I would do anything for my family. I clicked to the next page. The job is to hack into Rivera Tech and copy all files pertaining to Project Calix. Oh. Hell. Rivera Tech. One of the biggest tech companies on the pl

He was big-tall, broad-shouldered. The guy had to work out, because I knew sitting behind a computer all day didn't make

chewed it, hoping it would ease my anxiety. Damn, Rivera Tech was known for its killer security. Hell, Rivera invented half the stuff used in all computers today. But no system was unbeatable. I thought of Mama and tapped the keyboard. I'll do

online hacker friend, Wesley. We'd met online two years ago. He was a geek through and through and lived in his mother's basement. She cooked for him and did all his laundry. But lately, he kept asking me out. Okay, he'd asked me out about fou

s. Active reconnaissance involved interacting with a target. It gave more accurate information, but it increased the risk of being caught by a firewall or network security. Shit. I studied the data. Bullshit. Bullshit. Shit on a stick. Rivera's system was pure b

ollar to get their hands on their projects. A bit of corporate espionage. My chest tightened. Probably like my mysterious new employer. I hated not knowing who the job was for. Or what exactly I was delivering. There was no going

doubt leave the security geeks at Rivera Tech scratching their heads. MAV HE hammered the punching bag - left, knee, hook, kick. Zane and her hard and grumpy coach, Simeon.Mav and his friends knew from the beginning that they didn't want to be followed around by security o

ging all of that to market meant meetings, business shit, finances, interviews, and people. Yeah, he could live without the people bit. Mav was always the big, quiet kid growing up. He always felt weird and out of place. Until his dad brought