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Secrets…
Everybody has them, including me, and mine run deeper than most.
Not even my twin knows what I keep hidden.
But life has a way of uncovering details and yanking them into the light for all the world to see.
Despite being a hacker extraordinaire, I can’t stop what’s coming for me and mine.
When evil finds me, I’m forced to lean on my twin and Saints Purgatory MC, but I need more than what they can offer.
I need support, not a full-blown takeover. I need… liberation.
Unable to get what is necessary from my usual sources, my saving grace comes from two of the most unlikely of places.
I didn’t know I needed them,both of them, until I didn’t have a choice.
Twenty-two years old…
“You can’t do this.”
I listen to the sinner plead with Grim. He doesn’t seem to realize that his fate is already sealed, and his tears make it that much sweeter for Grim to purge his miserable excuse of a soul. Grim is deaf and can’t hear the pathetic pleas escaping the man in front of him. The abandoned barn is an excellent place to dispose of trash that has littered the Earth long enough, and there is no one else around for miles to hear the screams. That didn’t stop me from installing cameras all around the inside and outside of the building so I can keep an eye out for any possible incoming threats and to make sure no one accidentally wanders into our funhouse.
Grim lifts his hands and swiftly signs to the pitiful man in front of him, a sardonic smile spreads across his face. “This is what you get for stealing from a charity, you greedy bastard.”
Simon Hart shakes his head frantically. Of course, he doesn’t understand what Grim is saying to him, which makes me chuckle. It’s time to end this. We have places to be, and we need to hurry it up. My twin brother, Matt, and his other best friend, Paul, have been in the military for the past four years and are finally coming home today. All four of us were inseparable as kids, but after the night we purged the world of two child molesters in our church, Matt and Paul decided to enlist. They’ve been running around the globe, ridding the world of evil by Uncle Sam’s standards. Grim and I went in a different direction. I smirk and fire off a text.
Grim rolls his eyes and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket.
Me: Hurry up! We’re gonna be late.
He looks up at the camera and shrugs. I’m nervous as hell to see my brother and having to explain to him what I’ve been up to since he and Paul have been gone.
Will he be disappointed in me? Turn his back on me and walk away?
Negative thoughts swirl in my head as I glance at the clock. I groan and run my fingers through my hair before turning my head back toward my monitors. There’s so much I do that even Grim doesn't know about. I dropped my given name, Mary, as soon as I left my childhood home and became Jezebel, hacker extraordinaire. Grim, aka John, joined me on my quest to keep finding the worst of the worst and exterminating them. I have the computer skills to find anyone’s deepest, darkest secrets, and Grim is the executioner.
Lately, I’ve been restless and have been diving deeper into the dark web. There are too many people to deal with, so Grim and I decided to come clean and tell Matt and Paul about our extracurricular activities. I hope they understand why we’re doing what we’re doing and agree to join us on our mission.
Shoving my wayward thoughts aside, I focus all of my attention on the man swinging from the rafters. He’s deathly pale from blood loss, yet he’s still breathing, and we can’t have that.
“Is it money? Is that what you want?” Simon yells.
Rather than respond, Grim flips him off and lifts his ax above his head. He’s obsessed with his ax. Grim once told me that it’s the only weapon he’s comfortable with because it’s as silent as he is.
His prey opens his mouth wide, and Simon proceeds to scream, beg, and plead with a God who doesn’t exist.
I smirk.
We never grant mercy.
Grim swings the blade down, embedding it in Simon’s skull, andI shoot off another text. Grim pulls his cell back out of his pocket, and stares at the screen.
Me: C’mon Grim Reaper… fucker’s dead so get outta there.
He looks up into the camera and shakes his head at me, and at the same time, seven alerts light up my main screen. My fingers dance across the keyboard while different profiles pop up all around me. I’ve got so much on my plate that it’s hard to keep up most days. I’ve already lined up our next three jobs, but there are so many more people out there who need help. There’s only one of me, and I’m running on empty, burning the candle at both ends. Even though Grim does most of the heavy lifting, I alsoget my hands dirty when I need to, especially if the opportunity presents itself and Grim is indisposed with other assholes.
I log into a chat forum for other hackers like me and start a thread that will lead anyone who clicks on it to a series of tests and puzzles to solve. If they’re smart enough to pass and make it through, I’ll reach out. It would be satisfying to rain hell down on even more perps, but to do that, I need help.