Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I grinned and thought about how I’d spent the morning with my woman. “Working on it.”
“Guessing you need me to order a vest?”
“Already called the company and put in a bulk order,” I informed him, making him chuckle. “We’ll have a stash, just in case. Then all they will need is the names stitched onto them.”
“Prime example why you’re my VP.”
His tone was almost jolly, and it was freaking me out.
“How long is this chipper attitude going to last?”
“Chipper? When did you turn seventy?”
Rolling my eyes, I opened a folder from the stack next to me. “Get back to your family. I have shit to do.”
“Sure,” he agreed. “Call if you need anything.”
“Consider yourself on paternity leave, Prez. I have things handled.”
“Excellent. I’ll let you know when we’re home so you can come and meet your godson.”
With King at the hospital, I was covering all the club shit. Plus, I didn’t want Courtney away from the clubhouse and wasn’t willing to leave her unless it was to deal with the threat looming over her. So we decided that I’d wait to see them until they came back, rather than go to the hospital.
“Looking forward to it.”
After hanging up, I began reading through the profiles of possible clients that Ash had dropped off.
“Found her, Blaze.”
My head lifted from the document I was reading, and I stared hard at Ink as he strolled into my office and came to a stop in front of my desk.
“My cousin Raffaele called.” Ink was Nic DeLuca’s cousin, the head of the DeLuca crime family. His older brother, Enzo, was Nic’s second in command. Ink and his mother had moved south to get away from the Mafia, and they’d settled in Georgia because his aunt was married to our former prez, Pierce.
Ink—whose real name was Matteo DeLuca but was given the road name Ink because he was an extremely talented tattoo artist—had become friends with Onyx, who managed our tattoo shop, Hellbound Studio. They were both amazing and had long waitlists.
Ink didn’t have anything to do with Mafia business, but he stayed in touch with his relations, including Raffaele…who was the head of The Family in the south.
When we first contacted him, he’d found where they’d replaced Sabrina in their files. But when we sent people to retrieve her, we found that she’d taken off, so no one, not even the Hounds or the Mafia, knew where she was.
Wizard had been on the money trail, collaborating with some of Raffaele’s guys who were also deep in the tech business.
“Lilianna managed to find security footage that showed the last time Sabrina was in Biloxi. Paid with cash for the first few days, but Wizard was still able to get a general idea of her movements. She used a card yesterday, though. Must have run out and couldn’t get to a bank.”
“Picked up and on her way back here?” I confirmed.
Ink nodded as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “She’s been tight-lipped about the rest of the money, but Wizard says he thinks most of it is still in the bank account that’s under her new identity.”
“How much is most?” Since Courtney’s attackers had been vague when they confronted her, we didn’t have any idea how much money Sabrina had stolen.
“From tracking all the deposits and withdrawals, and factoring in what she paid us, Wizard thinks she might owe them about thirty grand.”
“Thirty? The bitch stole thirty grand from a drug kingpin?” I shouted. Sabrina was clearly off her fucking rocker.
No wonder the men were threatening Courtney. If I were a lesser man, I would have given the order for my guys to deliver Sabrina straight to the enemy for putting my woman in so much danger. But feeding Sabrina to the wolves would make me a villain too, and my soul was already black enough. I didn’t want it tarnished to the point where Courtney couldn’t see beyond the darkness to how she lit up my heart.
“She give up the name of the head of the organization?”
“No, but I found him,” Wizard announced from the doorway. “Set up a meet for tomorrow morning.”
I grunted with approval. “Good. Get what you can from Sabrina, then let me know how much we’re short, and I’ll get the money.” Luckily, my jobs and smart investments had made me a very wealthy man.
Wizard shook his head. “King specifically told me to make sure the club handled the missing money. We took her on as a client, so he’s taking responsibility.”
“Bullshit,” I argued in a bellow. “Courtney is mine. I’ll take care of it.”
Ink backed up a few steps, watching me warily.
I was a very patient man and rarely lost my temper, so I understood his hesitancy. But when it came to my woman, I’d burn the fucking world down to keep her safe.