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“Prez wants the family back home. If it means the three of us have to work on the firm’s servers, so be it. He wants this job done on time, and with positive results.”
Chase nods. “It’s good to have our crew back together. The three of us will tackle the tech end of the investigation, while Simone works her magic in archives with Punk’s help.”
Candy raises her hand excitedly, a devious smile playing on her full lips. “And me, too.”
“And you, too,” Chase agrees, with a wink. “Simone definitely needs your…skills.”
My eyes narrow on my biker. What exactly does he mean by Candy’sskills?
As if she read my thoughts, Candy, not so subtly, adjusts her augmented boobs in her low-cut blazer, effectively catching Trent’s attention. He’s all but leering at her chest when he yelps, jumping in his seat. Rubbing at his lower leg, he scowls at Cynthia beside him. Knowing firsthand how aggressive the woman is, she probably kicked him under the table.
My eyes stretch wide as I look over at Chase. He meets my gaze, his full of delight. I grab my phone and send him a text, not wanting others to hear my question.
*Did you invite Candy to distract Cynthia and Trent?*
His response is fast.*Your convo with your sister sent Jo into a riot. She insisted Candy go in her place. Ordered her to raise hell and keep Cynthia away from you. Prez was pissed about what happened to you in the bathroom and agreed.*
Oh, Jo.Always looking out for me.*And Ziggy?*
*He’s a bonus I didn’t know about, but I’m fucking thrilled he’s here. Bringing him on should help us finish the job on time.*
I set down my cell, peeking at the unhappy couple quietly bickering while the rest of the crew discusses new assignment roles.
Candy rests her elbow on the table, cheek in hand. She smiles tauntingly at Cynthia. The woman is nothing but relentless when she has a target in her sights. Cynthia seethes in her seat, shooting her an occasional daggered glare while chastising Trent’s wandering gaze.
I’m sure Jo had her reasons for sending Candy out of all the MC women, but I’m not sure Jo’s aware of what she’s unleashed. Claws are sure to come out before this case is over.
* * *
An hour later, I’m alone in the conference room, with Punk standing guard in the threshold. I take a moment to call my sister and ask what the hell she was thinking.
She answers on the first ring, construction noises clattering around in the background from where she’s working. “What’s up?”
“Jesus, Jo! I thought you were venting when you said I needed interference on the job.”
“Ah. The cavalry has arrived, I see. Wonderful.”
“Jo, you sent Candy,” I grumble, glancing out of the conference room, where I spy Candy trailing after Cynthia like a shark stalking a surfer. In less than an hour, she’s drilled Cynthia on company policy and asked for a tour, setting Cynthia off from the start.
“Yup,” she states, popping the “p” with amusement in her tone. “How’s the mayhem going?”
Candy calls out to Cynthia. My ex-boss turns around to face her new foe. It’s hard to hear what Candy is saying, but it sounds like she’s asking for coffee.
Correction: she’s demanding coffee, and for Cynthia to fetch it—something Cynthia would no doubt consider beneath her stature.
“The woman is messing with Cynthia hardcore.”
Jo giggles deviously on the other end of the line. “Good. Nobody fucks with my sister. About time the bitch gets a taste of her own medicine. There’s no one who can get under someone’s skin like Candy—it’s the gift of bitch-hood. If it makes you feel better, Candy wanted to. She said, ‘Hell, yeah,’ without hesitation. With her meddling, you should be able to sort out the pilfering operation.”
There’s a screech of protest from the hallway.
“Ha! Catfight. Love it,” Punk chuckles, leaning against the doorframe to enjoy the show.
Wanting to know what the ruckus is about, I peek around Punk’s tall frame to get a better look at what’s happening.
Candy stands in front of Cynthia, shaking a coffee mug, sloshing the liquid all over the floor.
“Ugh. What the hell is this sludge? Can’t you make a decent cup of coffee?”
