Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“It’s a tough case. Mikhail shot Sven at point-blank range. Only one witness and hopefully that witness makes it to trial,” Greer says, as she butters her toast with shaky hands.
We all notice.
“Are you ok?” Roman asks her with more seriousness in his tone than I’m accustomed to from him. “I’d hate for you to be caught up in some mafia shit.”
Greer smiles reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”
Suddenly, my nerves are on edge. I don’t think I’m buying what she’s selling. “Are you sure?” I don’t wait for her answer and fish my phone from my jeans pocket. I swipe my screen on and pull up Brandon, who’s in charge of security at the club, telling him to put two men on my sister. Just to make sure she’s safe. “I texted Brandon. He said he’ll put Mikey and Ronnie to watch over you.”
“No, really, it’s ok.” She tries to shoo away my concern, but I don’t buy it.
“I think it’s a good idea,” Roman says, his eyes trained on Greer.
“I’ll have a chat with Yuri to see what he knows about the case,” I say.
Greer shakes her head. “Don’t do that for me. You already have so much turmoil with Club Greed. I promise you; I’ll be fine.”
“I should talk to Yuri anyway, so I can ask him about the murders.”
“You think he might know something?” Ledger asks me.
I shrug. “It couldn’t hurt. I think we should do our own investigation, because cops are unreliable.”
Roman nods. “I completely agree. I never met a cop I could trust.”
I laugh. “I’ve never met anyone I could trust, except you three.”
“Motherfucker,” I grunt out as I hit the punching bag harder than before.
“Someone sounds angry,” Roman says, entering my office at Club Greed.
I do a basic boxing combo of jab, jab, cross. Once I’m done, I remove my gloves, grabbing the water bottle off my desk. “I am angry.”
I’ve designed my office the way I want it. A punching bag hangs in the back corner, next to an en suite bathroom complete with a shower. My desk pretty much takes up the back half of the space, with a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks all of Saint Pierce.
“We’re gonna find out who did this and put a stop to it all,” Roman says as he slides into the chair across from my desk.
“I hope so. No Ledger tonight?” I ask.
“He went to the funeral today and afterward, he said he wanted to be alone tonight.”
“Oh.” I take a seat in the leather office chair behind my desk. “I didn’t see him there.”
Roman shrugs. “He said he was going.”
“It’s weird,” I tell him. “I haven’t been to a funeral since my mom’s.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.”
There’s a beep from the phone on my desk, and my secretary, Destiny, chimes in through the intercom, “Brandon’s here.”
I push a button. “You can send him in.”
Brandon walks in, all six-foot-five of him. He’s built like a stackhouse, and the intimidation factor is part of the reason he runs the security here at the club. “I hired three more guys to make sure we have someone walking the girls to their cars at night.”
“I thought we already did that?” I snap back.
He runs a hand through his dark hair. “We always made sure they walked out together. Or I’d watch them get to their cars.”
I lean back in my chair. “Ok. I wish we could watch over them all on their days off too.”
Brandon shakes his head. “I know.”
“Anyone seem off to you tonight?” I ask, curious about the members. If someone’s killing Greedy Girls, then they’re most likely a member here. I’ve gone through my list of high-profile members and so far, there’s nothing to piece this together.
The girls weren’t working in the same room on the nights they were murdered. No common clients. No similarities. There’s nothing linking them together other than they worked here.
“The Chekov brothers are here tonight. They were causing a bit of a commotion earlier, but I put that shit out immediately.”
I nod. “I wish I could kick them out on their asses, but I don’t need that kind of heat from the Russian mob coming down on me.” Particularly now.
“I agree,” Roman chimes in. “Especially with Greer’s case.”
“That’s right.” Between the murders and this case with Greer, I’m feeling the strain even more than before.
Brandon thumbs over his shoulder, taking a step backward toward the door. “If you don’t need anything, I’m gonna head back to work.”
“Mikey and Ronnie are still watching out for Greer?” I ask.
Brandon nods, his dark eyes meeting mine. “They’ll let us know if anything comes up.”
“Thanks, man.”
Brandon leaves, and I can’t say I feel any better about everything that’s going on.
I stand and slip on my Armani suit jacket. “I’m going downstairs. Make sure everything’s running smoothly.”
Roman nods. “I’m going to head home for the night.”