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“We’ll only get him up dancing with us?—”
“Like fuck,” I clipped at Lynnette.
She laughed. “Jealousy suits you, Razor.”
Rolling my eyes, I locked them back on Riker. “Back soon.”
He blew me a kiss, which had my lips twitching. I shook my head and stalked off to the back rooms where my office was.
Spade sat opposite my desk, waiting. I walked around and rested my ass down. “What you were hintin’ at over the phone is that you think Writer’s messin’ with our books?”
Spade nodded.
“When I walked in, I saw Writer’s in for a good night.” He’d been out there drinking while playing pool as Shirley rubbed herself up against him. “And when he saw me come in, he tensed, until Shirley drew his attention away. You think he suspects we’re catchin’ on?”
“Maybe.”
“How much he taken?”
Spade thinned his lips and pulled a notebook out. My gut soured. I knew from his troubled expression, I wouldn’t like his answer. “About fifteen thousand. But that’s only going back as far as this year.” He pushed the notebook my way, and I took a look.
Fucking hell. What a cunning motherfucker.
“Does he know you contacted Pauly about the order?”
He snorted. “Funny thing. Pauly rang me just before you rocked up. The bill just got paid. Writer ducked off to piss before, and he must have been notified of the fuck up. If Pauly hadn’t called, we wouldn’t have looked at his books in the first place.”
Exactly.
Writer was the one who divided up the monthly profit our businesses made and paid into our accounts. The higher the placement in the club, the higher the amount we got. I never questioned mine because I was sitting pretty with what was in my bank account.
“Well, let’s leave Writer thinkin’ he got away with this while we have Coms set up surveillance—in our own fuckin’ club—for Writer’s rooms. I want hard proof in case he tries to talk his way outta this with some bullshit we haven’t thought about. But we also need to make sure he’s actin’ on his own in this shit. We’ll reconvene in a couple’a days. Get Shirley to drug the fucker so he goes down hard tonight. I want the cameras set up by mornin’.”
Spade grinned. “You got it, Prez. Want to see more of his books?”
“Nah, brother. From what you’ve shown, I trust you and Monkey aren’t talkin’ out your asses about this. Thank fuck you guys found this.” Spade, Monkey, Coms, and a few others were the brothers who had my complete trust.
“So, you know why I got you in here, yeah?”
Smirking, I nodded. “Known you a long time, brother. You needed me to approve the shit you’d already considered doin’ but didn’t want to give too much away over the phone.”
“Damn right. The only difference was that I’d thought about gettin’ Writer outta the way with a ride, but he might not take to that if he’s havin’ fun. Gettin’ Shirley to drug him will be easier to keep an eye on him.”
“Not just a pretty face, Spade.”
He snorted. “You don’t do it for me, brother.”
Someone banged on the door.
“Enter,” I barked.
Monkey stuck his head through with a grin. “Your guy just handed Roadie his ass for touchin’ one of the girls who didn’t want his attention for the night.”
Shit.
I was up out of my chair and down the hall in moments with my brothers following. The crowd parted, and I spotted Riker kneeling on my brother’s spine with Roadie’s arm pinned behind his back. He whispered something in his ear, and I saw my brother’s face screwed up in pain, but it was also pale with fear.
Riker glanced up and his words stopped. My sunshine jumped up to stand with his hands clasped behind his back. “I didn’t kill him,” he announced, and some of the crowd laughed. They thought he was joking. That he wouldn’t kill. They didn’t see what I saw lingering underneath.
