Page 104 of Devil’s Disciples

To Erin.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

This book contains scenes of criminal acts, some that are typical of gangs and motorcycle clubs, and some that aren’t. The fictitious club name, Devil’s Disciples, is in no way tied to the real-life club, Devils Diciples. Different spelling, different club. The acts and actions depicted in the book are fictitious, as are the characters.

Every sexual partner in the book is over the age of 18. Please, if you intend to read further than this comment, be over the age of 18 to enjoy this novel.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental.

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Prologue

I wrapped my arms tightly around my mid-section – hoping to ease my pain. Crying was inevitable, I simply hoped I could keep the tears at bay until I was alone.

“You’re telling me that someone hacked into my accounts, took all my money, and didn’t leave a single trace?” I murmured.

He lifted a one-inch-thick pile of paperwork from his desk and held it firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “We’ve got the account number that the money was initially transferred to, but the funds aren’t there any longer.”

“There’s got to be some record of where the money went. Right?”

“There does,” he said with a slight nod. “And, there is. But…”

My heart fluttered with hope. There had to be a way to find it. There simply had to.

He set the stack of paperwork aside and shook his head. “I’m sorry to say the account no longer exists. The money was moved several times. At one point, the funds were split into multiple accounts. Then, they were converted to cash. From that point, it’s impossible to trace where the money went.”

My father’s intelligence coupled with a little luck in the stock market had built the fortune, and I’d spent my lifetime acting as if it didn’t exist. To think that someone managed to get to my accounts, drain them of several million dollars – and do so without my knowledge or approval – was incomprehensible.

“But, there’s a name. There must be a name,” I muttered. “An account can’t be opened without a name and a social security number.”

His blank expression confirmed my fear.

“Tell me you’ve got a name, John,” I pleaded. “My dad hired you because you’re the best.”

He laced his fingers and lowered his chin. “Neither my abilities – nor the firm’s security measures – should be in question. Our system of checks and balances were met. Passwords were prompted and entered. Mother’s maiden names, high school mascots – everything seemed legitimate. On the surface, it appeared that you were the one transferring the funds. Your presence today, however, indicates you weren’t. I’m truly sorry, Kimberly.”

My eyes thinned. “This was someone who knew me?”

“It’s difficult to say.”

“You said they had my passwords…”

“It could be someone you know, or it could be someone who used computer software devised to obtain such information.” He lifted the stack of documents that he’d previously set aside and flipped through the pages mindlessly. “The FBI will be conducting an investigation. I’ll forewarn you to reserve little hope the funds will be found. This isn’t a common occurrence, but I have seen it happen before. Cash is impossible to trace.”

Impossible to trace unless someone knew where to look. I had my suspicions that it was someone I knew.

Someone I’d loved.