Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)

By: LeAnn Ashers

This is for my Alisha. <3

I’m currently searching a dating site for men who are a part of a trafficking ring. I have been tracing some of the gang members to this site and noticed that some of the girls on here have gone missing.

I’m searching through a list of images of women when she catches my eye.

I click on her profile.

She’s fucking beautiful. Green eyes, freckles dotting her small nose, large, full lips, high cheekbones, and long, dark-brown hair that reaches her butt and curls at the end.

Why is she on here? She looks around twenty or twenty-one and prime for the taking by the gang. She would be sold to be a wife in a foreign country or pimped out.

After grabbing my other laptop, I boot it up and log into my account. I hack into her account to make sure she is still fucking alive or hasn’t been taken yet.

My name is Techy, and I can hack anything. I am one of the original members of the Devils Souls MC. We are planning to eradicate the gang members who attempted to kidnap an ole lady of the club. They are getting braver and braver with their attacks, and I want to take them down.

I am tracking down all the women who were taken and getting a list of all the members in the surrounding three counties.

After clicking the message button, I shoot her a quick message with my real image. Much to my surprise, I get a response instantly.

My phone starts ringing with a FaceTime call. I run across the room to grab it before my father can hear it. I just heard him outside my door a minute earlier, so I don’t think he has left yet. My heart is pounding out of my chest at the thought of what he would do if he caught a man calling me—or if he knew I even had a phone.

I click the green button and climb into bed, facing the door so I can hide the phone before my father can see it should he come in. I stole the Wi-Fi password from the bottom of the router, and my father doesn’t know I use it.

He has no clue my friend gave me her iPhone that she doesn’t use anymore. He would kill me if he knew.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” Jordan asks.

I stare at the ceiling. I forgot that I’d answered the call. I was still looking at the door, making sure my dad isn’t around.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I smile into the phone.

Jordan is sitting at a desk, surrounded by three huge computers. “You sure? You looked scared for a second there,” he asks again, his eyes narrowed at me. He knows I’m not telling the truth.

I can’t tell him what my life really is.

I met Jordan when I made a dating site profile because I was lonely and needed someone to talk to. My friend had left for college and left me in this hole-in-the-wall community outside Raleigh, Texas.

I am living in a trailer with my mom and my dad. I don’t want to be here. I am literally stuck here. I have no car and no way to get one because the closest jobs are quite a distance away. The little community I am living in is for people who want to live out their days on drugs and running from the cops. It’s extremely dangerous. I am twenty-one years old and I quit going to school when I was fifteen because.

My mom and my dad are always on drugs, and my dad is fucked up in the head. He’s verbally and mentally abusive. The house I’m living in is rat infested and run down, and holes litter the floor. They’re so large and deep that I can stick my hand in them and touch the ground.

Jordan is a reprieve from the life I am living. The only havens I have are my room and Jordan. With him, I can pretend that my life isn’t complete shit.

“Baby?” he asks again.

I drifted off again. I look at the phone and see his concern. In the past two months, we became close, and he keeps offering to take me out, but I keep refusing. I don’t want him to see the life I’ve been living.

There are so many things I like about Jordan. He’s so funny. He can make the worst day better with his cheesy jokes. He’s gorgeous, with his bad-boy look and his tattoos. He’s protective of me. Once, I had a black eye, and when he asked how I’d gotten it, I said I ran into the corner of the cabinet. He freaked out. He was beyond pissed. Nobody has ever worried about me like that before.

The thing is I never ran into a cabinet. My dad punched me in the face because I’d knocked his drink over. I constantly have to walk on eggshells because anything can set him off.

“Why is this door locked?” my dad yells outside my door.

My eyes widen in fear, and I look at Jordan. He’s furious.

“Jordan, I will call you back.” I click end and hide my phone in the hole inside my wall. I slide the picture back on top of it.

I slowly walk over to my door, my hands sweating. When I unlock the door, my stomach hits the floor. My body is jittery from the nerves.