Damon Hacker Novels & Stories

“I can’t risk it. What if Dom finds out? He’ll kill me first or ship me off to a remote island before he hunts down this blackmailer.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she groaned. “It ain’t like there are no professional trackers outside of Cosa Nostra. You’ve got the money and I’ve got the freedom to get my ass on some research.” I straightened. “I think I know a guy who can help us. He’s the best hacker I’ve ever met.” “Who?” “His name is Colton Davis, and he’s not a part of our world, so he can help us.”

“And what did she offer him?” Damon scrolled through a side channel of encrypted texts. “My seat. My company. My name” She shook her head. “How could someone get so close and—” “Because I let him,” Damon said bitterly. “That’s on me.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Strategy Shift They didn’t confront Michael. Not yet. Damon knew better than to burn a mole before bleeding him dry. He returned to his encrypted archives, cross-referencing Michael’s meetings with the latest breach points - server updates, offshore payments, and encrypted pings to Cassandra Holdings.

She nods, “I’ve got people on that already. Once I’ve finished eating, I’ll check in on them. It shouldn’t take long, but they’ve had some names to run down as well. Dom is one of the best hackers and tech guys I’ve ever known. Maybe not as good as Simon, but definitely close.” Ash nods,

I didn’t think much of it at the time. Damon closed the door to his home office and sat down at the desk. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside. Eve had gone to bed early, exhausted from the day, but he couldn’t sleep. Not with Alex Rivera’s name tasting like a warning in his mouth. He poured himself a whiskey and opened his laptop. His security team was good, but for this he wanted to dig personally. No assistants, no traces back to the company. Just him and a few private investigators he trusted from the old days.

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

Damien believed he was that way, and now, seeing Lucian doing the same to him, he understood how wrong he had been. Before Damien arrived at the Black Night Pack house territory, he had been sure his plan was foolproof and he was going to rescue Emberlynn without any form of drama. But he was surprised he had been ambushed. With all that Lucian had said, he seemed to know he was coming to his pack house. Someone was a spy in his and had told Lucian he would be arriving. Damien snarled. Both Lucian, Selene and the spy he was going to kill all three of them as soon as he stepped out of the dratted prison.

My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace. As the doors closed behind me, I caught one last glimpse of Damien standing alone on the platform, his face shadowed but his posture unyielding. For a moment, I wondered why he had intervened—why he had spared me that final, damning sight. But the answer didn’t matter. House Muller was gone. And I was truly, utterly alone.

Alessia thought carefully, and suddenly froze, her pupils dilated, unable to believe it. "You're Eagle?" Hearing her own ID number from Alessia's mouth was indescribable. It was like her exclusive secret had been discovered by Alessia, and exchanged, and their feelings had progressed further. Dominic's lips curled with satisfaction, "Yes, Cobra, I'm Eagle." Hearing Dominic's answer, Alessia was briefly stunned, but quickly accepted the fact. Through Tiffany, she had long known that Dominic was a hacker expert. With Dominic's character and means, if he liked something, he would surely want to do it to the extreme.

When he reached the intake tables, he gave a false name, accepted his tent assignment, and disappeared into the camp– as silent as a ghost. ____________________ “They’re here.” Damon – now better known as Emperor Damon (as he insisted everyone call him) or the Usurper (for which he threatened to kill anyone caught calling him) or His Royal Fuckwit (his least favorite name of all) – swore violently, smashing his fist into his desk. “I knew it! That bastard Gabriel must be hiding them.” He complained, speaking so loudly into the phone receiver that the man on the other end of the line flinched. “Have you seen them?”

Hacker said, excitement shining in his eyes. “Really?” Venom raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yeah. One’s the Don of the Bloody Silvers,’ the other is Don of The Devils,” Hacker announced, his grin widening as he licked his ubiquitous lollipop.Venom’s expression hardened. “How did you get their information?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes. Hacker’s grin wavered, but he pressed on. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I really want to help, so I dug deep. I also noticed something else.