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“Couldn’t think of a better person for the job.” It’s true—Simone should work on this investigation with me. “What do you say? Wanna join me?”
Hesitant, Simone takes a deep breath before saying, “Sounds like a date.”
Fuck me.I think I unloaded in my jeans.
Our conversation ends when Gauge enters the tech room. A giant smile consumes his face.
“Hey, bro. How was the ultrasound?”
Gauge’s crooked smile widens. “Fucking awesome. Got to see my baby girl for the first time.”
The room erupts in cheers. We all know how much he was hoping he and Opal would have a tiny replica of his wife.
I give my brother a back-slapping hug. “Congratulations, man. Happy for you.”
“Well, save that happy thought.” He hands me a slip of paper. “I’ve got some information regarding our current case. You won’t be happy.”
Confused, I skim the email. My eyes land on the name which has cockblocked me for a year.
Trent Grills—as in Simone’s ex-boyfriend.
“He’s appointed by the bank to assist us while we investigate the claims,” Gauge says in apology.
The man who broke my love’s heart, and continually harasses her to give him another chance, will work alongside my team and me. A team where I just appointed Simone to be our lead auditor.
Sonofabitch.
PROLOGUE
UNKNOWN
Present Day
There’s nothing more appealing than seeing dollar signs increase by the day, with little effort in obtaining the loot. The way the money multiplies with each passing second, collecting interest in a bank far away, is like greed fueling greed. When the money was never yours, it makes the gluttony even sweeter.
Some might call it stealing. I call it retaining.
Is it thieving when you’re planning on relinquishing dirty money from a dead mobster? Money that would fund the surviving family members’ corrupt empire?
Nah.I’m doing a community service by extracting these finances from oversea accounts. At least it won’t be going toward smuggling weapons to terrorist organizations or trafficking innocence to lecherous monsters.
The way I see it, I’m saving lives while lining my pockets. No harm, no foul.
It’s a shame Lorenzo Bianchi—former Don of Denver—didn’t put all his cash eggs in one basket. The number of zeros I could’ve obtained in my offshore account would’ve been staggering.
I could always gamble by transferring to another accounting firm, preferably in Colorado, where the mafia overlord once sat on his crooked throne. If Bianchi preferred extremely private financial firms of moderate size in California, one could assume the same for his place of residency.
The problem is, I’m stuck for the time being while the firm’s hired an outside security company to investigate the ongoing embezzlement scheme from multiple accounts throughout the company. Leaving now would set off alarm bells, which isn’t a risk I’m willing to take when I’ve already sacrificed so much to get this wealth.
I’m covered if I stay put, having gone to great lengths to conceal my involvement. There are plans in place to slow the process of the audit, redirect attention away from where the funds are actually going. And paperwork has a funny way of going missing when necessary.
Yet this Mercy Ravens MC Security company is well-known for uncovering deeply hidden information. Their renowned skills pretty much guarantee results swiftly…getting it illegally through whatever means necessary, no doubt.
But they’re the best. Hence why the firm hired them.
Their involvement is truly problematic.
Is it unwise to hang on to the money?
