Mature Content 17+ || Savage Wolves MC Book Two
In the wake of tragedy, Callie never fails at staying positive. But, after having her brother and the rest of the club nearly taken from her, she's a little more cautious, albeit still upbeat.
So caut...
*Short, but there is a huge chapter coming that I've worked really hard on!*
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I run my hands over the stubble forming across my jaw, feeling the prickly hairs under my fingers and realizing I'm in desperate need of a shave.
Taking a swig from the bottle of cheap booze I keep hidden under a broken floorboard in my room, I flick open my laptop screen and log in through the three different verification panels before finally being presented with the home screen.
Given the right hacker, the security on this thing isn't that advanced and would be easy to infiltrate, but most of the club would never be able to do it themselves, and so far, no one has seemed interested in hacking into a lowly prospects private laptop to begin with. Not even Ash or his private investigator (who still, might I add, hasn't discovered anything of value that I've heard of).
A photograph of a life I once lived greets me on the home page.
Happy faces, happy lives. Innocence. Naïvety.
Little did they know the horrors that awaited them not four months later after that end of summer beach trip before school started back up.
I quickly click on the program that runs facial recognition and ignore the smiling faces of people I used to love and focus on wiping myself from existence once again.
Every Saturday I run the program set up for me by a tech genius I met a few years back to erase any photographic evidence of my location or existence from pictures, posts, or videos.
Basically anything on the internet involving my face that could be tracked by a certain person that can never know where I am.
Considering I went out last night with Callie, there's bound to be at least a couple photographs where I'm standing in the background.
Sure enough, four pictures posted by three different individuals appear where I'm standing in the background, clearly visible to any wandering eyes scouring the internet for my whereabouts.
I don't even know if he is looking for me that way, but there's no way I'm risking him finding where I am.
Grabbing the pictures from the social media pages, I photoshop myself out of them and replace them exactly as they were, sans my face.
Callie is visible in one of them and I go ahead and remove her from the picture as well, just as a precaution.
Movies always make this kind of situation look easy. Find the photo that was posted online and delete it. Easy, right?
Wrong.
I did that for a while back in the beginning. That is, until the original posters just started reposting the same picture when they noticed it was getting removed.
