Page 13 of Cinder (MC Fables #2)

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“So what you’re telling me is there is absolutely no trace of her online?” I stare at Bram, our tech wizard, in complete disbelief.

We’re in the security room at the front of the clubhouse. In here, it’s pretty high tech, with rows and rows of monitors live streaming from all the cameras set up around the property.

Beside him, Gambit, our head of security, sits with his arms crossed, constantly monitoring the screens. In a few minutes, the prospect will relieve his post so Gambit can go back to the party.

Bram’s fingers fly over the keyboard in front of him as he talks. “Using the CCTV footage we have of her, I ran it against our face recognition software but couldn’t find one thing about her online. No social media. No articles. No nothing.”

“Well she’s not a fucking ghost.”

“According to the internet she is,” Bram says.

“All right, give me Cheezy’s address. I’ll go wake up the fucker and find out who she is. He brought her, he must know something about her.”

He sends me a location to my phone.

I wasn’t going to pursue her identity until she came looking for her watch. But something in my gut tells me there is more to this girl than meets the eye, and I want to know what it is.

“You know Cheezy, he’ll bring in any random hoping to impress the girl out of her panties,” Gambit says, his eyes still on the screen.

“This girl isn’t a random. I don’t know what it is, but she was up to something.” With meticulous detail, my mind peels through every minute I spent with Ella. From the moment we spoke to when she rode my lap and made me hard as fuck.

“What about the DMV?” I ask Bram.

The DMV is heavily protected with layers of cyber security. But Bram can hack into almost anything.

He shakes his head. “I already checked and there is nothing.”

“Who the fuck is she?” I mutter to myself .

“Well whoever she is, she just snuck into the clubhouse,” Gambit says, pointing to one of the screens in front of him.

I shift my gaze to the monitor and there she is, my little firecracker with the juicy ass and the sexy lips I can still taste, sneaking into the front door like the little spy I think she is.

Grinning, I walk toward the door.

Time to find out who this little devil is.