Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire: Savannah Chapter Book 6)

  2020 Piper Davenport

  Copyright © 2020 Trixie Publishing, Inc.

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  Published in the United States

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  Cover Art

  Jack Davenport

  Cover Model

  Mark Linstad

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Praise

  Acknowledgements

  Back Blurb

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  Primal Heat

  Book List

  Reading Order

  About Piper

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  Liz Kelly:

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  Jack:

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  Gail

  You are a scholar and a saint, and I ADORE you!

  Brandy

  Thanks for keeping the timelines and characters straight. You are godsend!

  18+ for language and sexual situations.

  Rabbit

  She’s out of my league and I’m low on the list of her trusted allies, but when she’s caught in the crossfire of a conflict with a rival club, I don’t want anyone else watching her back.

  Even if I have to shackle her to my f***ing bed.

  Parker

  He’s the man I never knew I wanted, but he’s made it clear I'm not enough for him, so when he tries to use his beautiful mind to hack into my secrets, I’m left confused and defragmented.

  For Brandy

  Thank you for all your help and support!!!

  Love you!

  Parker

  Two years ago…

  I WAS STANDING at the front counter of my store when my cell phone buzzed, and I saw it was Willow calling, so I picked it up with a smile. “Well, hi there, bestie numero uno.”

  Jasmine was bestie numero dos, but only because I’d met her second.

  “Hi, honey. You need to get Stevie to watch the shop.”

  I owned a local flower shop, Parker’s Petals, that I’d opened three years ago to booming success. It was a good thing it worked, because I’d sunk almost my entire trust left to me by my grandmother, along with blood, sweat, and a shit ton of rose thorn induced tears, into it.

  I was painfully shy, and it had been a personal challenge to work closely with the public to build a business with exemplary customer service and kindness, along with kickass flower designs. So far, I was happy with the results, partly because I’d proved my naysayers wrong, but mostly because it was forcing me out of my shell.

  “Sounds intriguing,” I said, trimming the stem of a rose. “Why?”

  “Rabbit’s been hurt.”

  My heart stopped and I dropped my shears. “What do you mean, ‘hurt’?”

  “There was an explosion—”

  “What the fuck?” I squeaked as I yanked off my apron and headed to the break room. “Where?”

  “Parker?” Stevie said, mid-chew, interrupting my conversation while her face scrunched up in worry.

  “I need you to watch the front,” I said, grabbing my purse from one of the lockers, before focusing back on Willow. “Where is he, Willow?”

  “He’s at Memorial,” Willow said.

  I hung up and grabbed my purse, making a run for my car.

  I defied every speed law as I rushed to the hospital, and probably parked totally illegally, but I didn’t care. I ran into emergency, saw several of the Dogs milling in the lobby and made my way to them. “Where is he?” I demanded.

  Alamo, the club’s Sergeant at Arms and Jasmine’s husband, walked over to me. “He’s being evaluated right now. Doc’s in with him.”

  “I want to see him.”

  “They’re not letting anyone see him, sweetheart.”

  I scowled up at one of my closest friends. “I swear to God, Alamo, if you don’t take me to him, I will never speak to you again.”

  He studied me and I scowled deeper.

  “Would the threat be worse if I told you I’d follow you around jabbering about nothing?” I demanded.

  Alamo’s lip twitched and he turned to Badger standing close by. “Cover us.”

  Badger nodded. “You got it.”

  Alamo slid an arm over my shoulders and guided me through one set of double doors, then another, while Badger distracted and flirted with the nursing staff. His wife, Quin, wasn’t here, so he had a little more freedom, although, she probably would have sanctioned the plan.

  We walked down a hallway surprisingly empty, other than Doc’s woman, Olivia, sitting in a chair against the wall. As soon as she saw me, she jumped up and closed the distance, pulling me in for a hug. “Hey.”

  “How bad is he?” I asked, forcing back tears.

  “Not sure. Doc’s in with him now.”

  Doc was the club president, but as his club name would suggest, he was also a doctor, and a damn fine one so if he was in with Rabbit, he was in good hands.

  Alamo checked his phone and gave me a squeeze. “We’re gonna head back to the barn. Doom’s got Lyric settled there with Willow. We need to meet.”

  Olivia nodded. “We’ll see you soon.”

  Just as Alamo walked away, Doc stepped out of Rabbit’s room.

  “How bad?” I whispered.

  “He’s got second and third degree burns up and down his side and is going to require a series of grafts over the next six months or so. He also got his bell rung, so he’s got a concussion,” Doc said.

  “Is he going to die?” I asked, then covered my mouth with my hands to keep from screaming.

  “He’s a tough motherfucker, sweetheart, remember that.”

  I nodded, tears streaming down my face, and swallowing convulsively. “Can I see him?”

  “He’s heavily sedated, but you can sit with him for a bit.”

  I pushed into the room and forced myself not to crumble. Rabbit’s right side was bandaged, but he otherwise looked perfect. I dragged a chair close to his bed and took his good hand in mine, careful not to jostle the monitor on his finger.

  “You’ve got about twenty minutes,” Doc said. “Then we’ll head back to the club. You’re locked down with everyone else.”

  I nodded and he left me alone.

  “Hey, Rabbit,” I whispered. “So, a funny thing happened on the way to the hospital. I realized I’ve been a total idiot.”

  I kissed the palm of his hand, then settled my cheek against it.

  “How have you been an idiot? you ask.” I took a deep, shaky breath. “Well. I love you. I have for a while, but I’ve been so fucking stubborn and too afraid to say it out loud. I know you know that, but now I’m confirming it.”

  All of this was unfortunately true. Rabbit was four years younger than me and even though I’d told him it would never work, he’d pursued me from the get…hard. It scared the crap out of me, and I’d shut him down at every turn. I’d even dated other men, parading them in front of him. Not many. Three, but he just smiled his secret little smile and showed up with wine when I ultimately dumped them.

  After the third break up, about a year ago now, I’d made Rabbit an indecent proposal. Well, indecent for me. I wanted sex. Friends with benefits, but on the way to the benefits, I fell in love with him.

  We were from two totally different worlds and I’d been so hung up on appearances, I’d forgotten to just feel. He’d treated me better than
anyone I’d ever known, and he was the best friend I’d ever had, and that was saying something because Jasmine and Willow were damn good friends.

  “Zane, I need you to get better,” I whispered. “We’re gonna make up for lost time the second you get out of here. I’m going to be right by your side while you heal. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to figure it out.”

  The door opened and Doc walked. “We need to get goin’. I’m leaving a couple of recruits here.”

  “Okay, thanks,” I said, and followed him out, after promising Rabbit I’d be back the next day. Little did I know, my world was about to crumble in the worst kind of way.

  Parker

  Present day…

  I UNLOCKED THE front door of my flower shop and entered the code for the alarm. I still had an hour before I opened, but a wedding order was being delivered in twenty minutes, so I needed to move some things around in prep for that.

  I made a pot of coffee, moved buckets around in my storage fridge, then headed to the loading area at the very back of the store and opened the delivery door, quickly finding myself slammed up against the wall and my mouth covered with a large hand. “Close your eyes and don’t say a goddammed word.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, and the man loosened his hand over my mouth.

  “I got a message for your club,” the man growled.

  “What club?” I whispered, staring into the deep-set brown eyes of my attacker.

  He cocked his head, pressing his hand into my mouth harder again. “Bitch, you got a fuckin’ death wish? Close your fucking eyes.”

  I frowned, closing my eyes as I bit back a whimper.

  “Tell them the Beast is coming for them.”

  I took a labored breath.

  “You fuckin’ hear what I’m sayin’?” he sneered.

  I nodded. Then he was gone. I slammed the door closed and locked it, then pulled out my phone, dialing bestie number one. “Willow?”

  “Hey, honey, you okay?”

  “No. Someone just broke into the shop.”

  I burst into tears and filled her in on what had just happened.

  “Lock your doors,” Willow demanded. “Right now. Dash is coming.”

  Dash was an officer in the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club, and he’d married Willow a few years ago. Since Alamo was the Sergeant at Arms, I should probably have called Jazz first, but I knew she was meeting with a new marketing company this morning, and I didn’t want to interrupt.

  “Parker!” Willow snapped.

  I jumped, then whispered, “Yes?”

  “Did you lock your doors?”

  I glanced behind me. “Um…yes, the back.”

  “Go lock the front, honey.”

  “Right. Okay.”

  It took me a second to convince my feet to move, but I was finally able to put one foot in front of the other and reached my front door just as it was pushed open. I couldn’t stop a scream and I dropped my phone, but then strong arms were wrapping their way around me and I was pulled against a hard chest.

  “I got you, Pebbles,” Rabbit said, and I fell against him, bursting into fresh tears as I slid my arms up his back, under his cut, feeling immediately safe.

  He held me as he guided me further inside the shop, locking the door behind him.

  “How did you get here so fast?” I whispered.

  “Working at the shop today,” he said.

  “Oh.”

  Rabbit worked with Doom in his body shop most days, but he was also a trained mechanic, so would work for Alamo as well. Their shops were next door to each other, so it was convenient for the people who floated.

  “Tell me everything,” he ordered.

  I shook my head, holding him tighter.

  He cupped the back of my head gently. “Parker, I need to know what happened, so I can fix it.”

  “I need a minute,” I whispered, relishing his touch. This wouldn’t last for long, so I needed to take comfort in his arms while I could.

  He stroked my hair and kissed my temple. “Okay, baby, you got a minute.”

  I held on tight, knowing this wouldn’t happen again. We’d had our chance and it was gone. Once I felt like I could stand on my own, I pulled away from my human security blanket, and stepped back, taking a few deep breaths. “A man pushed me against the wall and told me to tell my club the Beast was coming for them.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, reaching for me again, but I shook my head. “You’re bleedin’.”

  I frowned, realizing I’d bit my lip when the man shoved his hand over my mouth. I dabbed at it with my hand and asked, “Who is he?”

  Rabbit crossed his arms with a scowl. “We’re workin’ on that,” he spat out.

  A bang at the door had me rushing to Rabbit’s side again and he guided me behind him as he glanced out the window. “It’s Dash.”

  I relaxed and unlocked the door, pulling it open.

  “What the fuck happened?” Dash demanded.

  “Pull up the footage and we’ll find out for sure,” Rabbit demanded.

  I glanced at Rabbit. “Pull…”

  “…up the footage, Parker,” Rabbit prodded. “From your security camera. Unless, you’re okay with me doin’ it.”

  “No. It’s okay. I’ll get it,” I said, and headed for my office.

  Rabbit followed.

  In my haze of fear, I didn’t think to enquire how he knew where the footage was stored, or how to access it, but I figured I’d probably ask that very question at three a.m. one morning when I woke up screaming from a nightmare, as was my tendency to do when my brain tried to work difficult shit out.

  I sat behind my desk and opened my laptop. I hovered the cursor over the folder for the camera footage, realizing immediately I couldn’t look at it.

  “Parker?”

  “I…ah…I can’t,” I whispered.

  “Up, baby, I’ll do it.”

  My hands shook as I settled them in my lap.

  “Parker?”

  “He asked me if I had a death wish,” I rasped, and Rabbit turned my chair to face him as he hunkered down in front of me. “I thought he was going to kill me.”

  “We’re gonna fix it. You’re safe now, but I need to deal with this and then you can totally fucking melt down on me, but give me a second before you do, okay?”

  I stared at his beautiful face, desperately wanting to crawl into the shelter of his arms, but knowing those days were over for us. I licked my lips, tasting blood, and realized I needed to take care of my lip. I nodded. “Okay.”

  He stood, leaning down and I thought he might kiss me, and I stupidly raised my head to receive him.

  He didn’t.

  But he didn’t miss my action and smiled as he stroked my cheek gently. “Up, baby. Let me do my thing.”

  God, I was such an idiot.

  I rose to my feet, grabbed the box of tissues, and stepped away from my desk, suddenly freezing. I headed toward the door because I’d left my hoodie in our breakroom.

  “Do not move,” Rabbit ordered.

  “I need my hoodie,” I argued.

  “You cold?”

  I nodded, and he stood, shrugging off his leather jacket and wrapping it around me. “Stay put, Pebbles. Need to keep my eyes on you.”

  I pulled the leather tighter around me and sat in the chair in the corner, leaning my head against the coolness of the exposed brick.

  Rabbit smacked his hand on my desk. “Fuckin’ little prick. I’m gonna—”

  “What?” I asked, but Rabbit didn’t answer me as he shoved the chair back and leaned out of my office door.

  “Dash!”

  “Zane, what’s going on?” I demanded.

  “What’s up?” Dash asked, stepping into the room, and Rabbit turned the computer screen to face him, pointing to it.

  “No shit?”

  “Yeah,” Rabbit said.

  “What’s going on?” I practically screeched.

  “Give me a second,” Rabbit said.

  “Doom’s gonna want to know ASAP,” Dash said.

  “Fuck that,” Rabbit countered. “Lyric’s gonna want the kid’s nutsack in a sling.”

  I stood, fisting my hands at my side. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here!”