Dead Man's Hand (Vegas Underground 7)

“Now I see where I come in. So, some guy’s using it to put his kid through college?”

“Actually, I think the kid is the hacker. Emancipated at age sixteen, she’s now a graduate student in computer science. Name is Caitlin West. I’m sending over a picture and address right now.”

He sends the photo and just like that, my dick gets hard. She’s definitely fuckable. A red-hot dark-haired geek in giant black-framed glasses and candy-colored lip gloss stares back at me with a saucy look. She looks like the kind who wears a messy bun and threadbare t-shirts to the library, but on weekends secretly sneaks out in a tight leather corset and bootie shorts to whip men at the local dungeon.

“Well, well, well, my hot little hacker,” I murmur, staring at the screen. “It’s time to pay the piper.”