Hacking Mr. CEO (Billionaire Heists #3) by Anna Hackett

“You feel bad for him,” I said.

“Of course. Tisdale was a good employee. A good guy. It’s upsetting and frustrating to see him like this, and not be able to help him.”

I wrapped my arms around Mav and hugged him. “You’re a good guy, Maverick Rivera.”

An insistent chime came from the computer.

“What now?” Mav’s face changed, and my heart did a flip.

“The tracker narrowed down to an address,” Mav said. “In Manhattan.”

“Oh my God, where?” I leaned over his shoulder.

“In SoHo.”

I felt a chill. “That’s just around the block from your place.”

“A three-story house.”

I looked at the image he pulled up. It was a plain rectangular, corner building painted a dark gray, with narrow balconies on all sides. It didn’t look like much, but I knew it would be worth millions.

Mav tapped in a search. “Fuck. It’s a rental.”

“Rented by…?”

“Zaria Corp.” He tapped again. “I can’t find anything on them.”

“Let me.” My fingers danced. “It’s a shell company.” I groaned. “A real tangle of shell companies.”

“Dammit,” Mav bit out.

“Hang on.” I opened up a chat window, and a second later, Killian’s handsome face appeared. “Killian.”

My boss frowned. “Remi. You okay?”

I nodded. “I have a rental in SoHo that’s owned by a fake company. Can you trace the owner?”

“I can try.” Killian steepled his hands. “You ready to explain yet?”

“I can’t. I’m protecting you.”

Kill growled. “Let me help you, Remi.”

Mav leaned in. “You can help by looking up Zaria Corp.”

“Fine.” Killian’s hawkish face hardened. “If I find something, I’ll call. And Remi, if you need me, I’m only a call away.”

“Thanks, Killian.”

Mav scowled at the empty screen. “He’s possessive of you.”

“He’s my boss. He looks out for everyone who works for him. He helped us out yesterday.” Mav looked put out, so I kissed him. “What do we do now?”

“I’m going to call Zane and Liam for help.”

A moment later, Mav had Zane on the screen. The billionaire was sitting in his office, an amazing view of the city behind him.

“Why are you in your office?” Mav asked.

“Last-minute meeting. You two okay?”

“We tracked The Shadow to a place in SoHo. It’s owned by a shell company called Zaria Corp.” Mav told him the address. “I thought you and Liam might be able to help.”

“Do not go over there, Mav.”

“We might need to—”

“That’s not in your skill set. But, I have some visitors.”

Two men stepped into view.

One was long, lanky, with long, dark hair pulled back in a stubby ponytail. The other held his muscled body in a way that signaled readiness. He had ink-black hair and dark-blue eyes that looked like they missed nothing. Both men were hot, but the black-haired one sent a chill down my spine.

“Remi, this is Ace Oliveira and Vander Norcross. Vander owns Norcross Security in San Francisco, and Ace is his tech guy.”

Oh, the boogeyman’s boogeyman.

Ace smiled, and I could see he was a bit of a charmer. But as I looked at the ruggedly handsome Vander Norcross, I thought badass-who-could-kill-you-with-one-finger might be a better title.

“Um…hi.”





16





Repercussions





Mav


“Vander, what are you doing in New York?” Mav asked.

“I had some work to do for Roth, here. Ace and I flew over. I was already worried when you texted to tell me about The Shadow. Then Zane told me everything else that’s been going on.” Vander shot an inscrutable look at Remi.

Ace lifted a tablet. “The company that owns the house listed in SoHo is offshore. Caymans.”

Mav frowned. “So, a foreign owner?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Ace shrugged a shoulder. “It’s a favorite place for good, old-fashioned American bad guys to hide assets, as well.”

Vander crossed his arms. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with?”

“We’re trying to find out who,” Remi said.

“He wants one of my company’s military projects,” Mav said. “That’s not happening. He’s also tried to killed Remi’s family, and shot at us.”

Vander and Ace traded a look.

“Let us look into it,” Vander said.

Mav released a breath. “Okay.”

“Sit tight. We’ll get back to you soon.”

Mav considered getting Rollo involved, but he had a nagging feeling. He didn’t want Rollo in the middle of this mess, as well. Vander and Ace were better equipped to deal with it.

Remi paced, her moves jerky. “So, we just wait? I hate waiting.”

“You might have mentioned that before. Vander, and his man, Ace, are good. Beyond good.”

“I get that. Vander looks like he could personally take down a small army before dinner without breaking a sweat.”