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“Miko dots every ‘I’ and crosses every ‘T’ without fail.” He pauses, then moves on. “I was confused as fuck, until I had Spider go through the surveillance and the log that tells us when the safe was accessed. That is when we discovered an issue. I'll let Spider explain that part. But it’s clear that the money is being taken out between being in the safe and being sent to the bank.” Euros says, sitting back in his seat.
“What the fuck? How?” My VP grits out.
It’s Spider who answers. “I've been working on it, VP. Whoever this is, they are smart. From what I can tell from looking over the surveillance. They hacked my system…” Spider growls out, looking pissed the fuck off that someone could fuck with his shit, and he had no idea it was happening. “… what I gathered is that they could loop the playback, which usually lasted about half an hour. Because of the time it happened, it took me a bit to notice it. When they hit us, it goes down when those stations are closed. And because of their location, surrounding businesses only have internal cameras, so I couldn’t see who the fuck it was coming in and out when the system gets fucked with because they can only do it on site. They can’t hack in and then do their shit. They have to get to the wiring and connect to the system that way. Whoever is robbing us chose those locations because they aren’t open twenty-four hours. And there isn’t much in the way of surveillance in the surrounding area, despite the yuppies putting up a stink about us owning the station. They aren’t too keen on keeping an eye on their shit.” He grunts out.
All our stations were open twenty-four hours for years, but because of the locations and part of the town those stations are in, we closed those two between 11 pm. and 6 am. Which satisfied the soccer moms and yuppies who claimed we were bringing a bad element to their richie-rich side of town.
“Whoever this is, I don’t get their end game. It makes little sense that they don’t rob us blind. They only take a few grand each time, if that.” He is cut off when the brothers curse around the table.
Spider growls out, clearly annoyed that he didn’t get to explain everything. Seeing his frustration, I slam the gavel down on the table.
“Shut the fuck up. Spider wasn’t finished.”
I can feel the anger radiating off my brothers as they settle the fuck down. Spider does not like anyone having one up on him. So, the fury in his eyes means he won’t sleep until he gets answers. Whoever is fucking with his system has made an enemy of him.
“They have accessed my system four times, but since Euro told me what he thinks is going on, I’ve been on their tail. Their coding is slippery as fuck and changes, but with a little time, I’ll figure out the fucker.” He says as his fingers type furiously over the keys of his laptop sitting in front of him. You rarely see the man without it. He takes our security at the businesses, clubhouse, and homes seriously. So I know this is fucking with him.
The determined set of his jaw and pissed-off look on Spiders' face lets me know he’s entranced in hacker mode. Thinking about how he will fuck up whomever it is that’s stealing from us. The man is a fucking genius with that computer shit. He is... or was on every damn watch list there was, but after working for Uncle Sam, they’ve learned to leave his ass alone. The shit he can do with a laptop can fuck shit up, and he has made that clear a time or two. This fuck up, I know, is reminding him of how he didn’t see the shit going on with Beverly when she was trying to sell my kid. It took Savvy explaining to him he couldn’t have known the shit wasn’t something he could have caught wind of with the way Beverly and the mafia fuckers handled things. Still, he holds a little anger at himself for not being on that shit before it got as bad as it did.
“The issue that everyone seems to miss is… You have to have the code to get into the safe. That is old school as fuck. It's a push-button entry.” Bull says, raising a brow at Spider, who narrows his eyes at him. “That being said, why go through all the trouble, finding the code, and then only taking a little at a time when we have four times the amount deposited? Someone is fucking with us to let us know they can do it anytime they want without being caught.” Bull says, which has everyone nodding in agreement.
“I’d have to agree someone is fucking with us. They’re taunting us.” I sit back in my seat, lacing my hands on my chest. “I agree with Bull. Few know the code for the safes, especially since they change every week. Someone has betrayed us, or the little fucker is smarter than we may think and is figuring them out independently. Here is what I want. Spider, you keep doing your computer shit. I don’t want to make it obvious that we have eyes on those locations. Can we get separate cameras at each entrance and multiple in the office around the safe that isn’t connected to our system? Maybe we can catch the face of who is breaking into our shit. Let's hold off on having a brother sit on those locations for now, the fucker might be tipped off, and I want this handled sooner than later. As soon as you have info, get with Bull and Turbo and bring the fucker in. I want to chat with the fucker and get some damn answers. I also want my fucking money back, and if I have to take it out of their ass, then so be it.” I say, annoyed at the situation,
When I get nods from around the table, I ask if there is anything else we need to discuss. Bull brings up my birthday celebration, which my kids and the ol’ ladies will handle. Pike, my road captain, fills us in on the upcoming runs that are on schedule and shouldn’t cause any issues with their timing and locations. Turbo tells us how things are going with the security firm and the new jobs that will be divided. Once that is all handled, I call the church to an end.
Not for the first time, my VP hangs back and does that weird fucking stare thing he and my daughter have been doing lately. It’s like they are waiting for something to go down. Whenever I ask them about it, they tell me to talk to Savvy, and when I speak to her, she tells me that now is not the time.
If I don’t get some damn answers soon, I will lose my shit because this secret squirrel shit is damn ridiculous.
I know now better than anyone that secrets have a way of coming out in the most fucked up with this family. I don’t want to go through the same bullshit to find out what the fuck Savvy is keeping from me. I’m trying to take things at Savvy's pace, but with my VP and daughter looking at me all fucked up and Savvy being evasive, it’s hard as fuck to be patient.
She hasn't agreed to be mine, but I am not giving up on that. She will be mine if it is the last thing she does. I just need to continue to be patient and break down those damn walls of hers. Running my hand over my head. I close my eyes and think about everything I plan to do to my woman when she finally gives in.
Five
SAVVY
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They’ve just finished with church, and my attention is pulled to the hallway, subtly watching for him. I hear a chuckle to my left, letting me know I’m not as subtle as I thought. I ignore it, knowing if I engage, it will turn into a whole ass thing. My ears catch her smart-ass comments, which I promptly ignore. I’d tell Bellamy where she could go if she weren't my child. When I look over at her, letting her know I’m not amused, she pinches her lips together and makes a sign with her hand that she's locking them up and throwing away the key. I shake my head, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous my girl is.
My eyes return to the hallway, but I flat-out fucking refuse to admit that I’m watching for Gunner. That I crave him in ways I know I shouldn’t. Leaving and taking the jobs I have hasn’t lessened my need for him, nor has it helped me in strengthening my resolve not to go there. The thing about Gunner and me is the intensity of our connection. It makes me feel out of control. That kiss when I returned after being gone had me feeling just that, out of control, and I don’t do–out of control. I can’t. My life and job don’t allow for it. My time away solidified my decision. And the knowledge that my past isn’t willing to back the fuck off until I pay my debt makes it even clearer what I need to do to move on with my life.
A few minutes pass, and I watch as the brothers settle in for the evening. I try not to acknowledge the disappointment in not seeing him. Before my thoughts can spiral as to why he hasn’t entered the main room or who may have him detained an elbow nudges my side. I ignore it as I pretend to scan the room, knowing my ass is counting the club girls that are present. Shaking my head at how ridiculous this is. How ridiculous I am. I shake my head and take a drink.
I can feel Bellamy's eyes boring into the side of my head, and the more I ignore her, the more she isn’t having it. She nudges me harder a few more times. I love my daughter fiercely. I really damn do, but she’s as subtle as a bull in a china shop. Slowly, I shift my eyes to her. Of course, she doesn’t hide the amusement in her eyes or the teasing smirk on her lips.
“I swear fo gawd lil’ girl, if you elbow me one more damn time.” I narrow my eyes on her, giving her a glare that promises my words are true, and the threat is real.
She cackles loudly, having everyone near us looking at her as if she is insane. “What are you going to do, Mommy? Are you going to mom glare me into submission? You would do that to your most favoritest daughter who gave you grandbabies? What would Pops think?” She looks at me and attempts to pout, but she can’t, causing me to chuckle at how ridiculous she looks. I shake my head as I fight not to laugh at her foolishness. When her face falls and scrunches up, I know how to get a little payback. Call me petty, but I lock my foot in the back of her chair, preventing her from scooting back because I knew exactly what had caught her attention.
“Now that’s just petty,” I hear Blaze chuckle. I turn my head toward his voice. He’s walking through the clubhouse doors after being on watch. His eyes are lit with amusement at what I’m doing to his sister, who refuses to use her words and say Excuse me or Please. Or apologize for being a brat as she shifts and shimmies in her seat.
Again, yes, I’m being petty, and as a forty-plus-year-old woman, I shouldn’t be holding my daughter hostage, but she gets on my nerves, and a little payback ain’t going to hurt her ass, but it sure will get her to calm her meddling ass down.
Smirking up at my boy as he leans down and kisses me on the forehead. He does the same with Bell but leans down and rubs the twins' sleeping heads, which has her smacking his hands away, not because it bothers her but because she’s a psychopath who obsesses about germs. I smirk. Not because of germs, but because I know Blaze washed his hands before coming near the twins–he always does. He’s as crazy as his sister when it comes to my grandbabies.
“Mom, seriously?” Bell whines. Blaze chuckles and knows well enough not to get into the middle of his sister and my pettiness. Shaking his head in amusement, he heads to the bar to help tend it, as is his duty as a newer brother.
