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“What’s going on?” I shout down the stairs as I jog after him.
“Go back to the office, Bellamy. Now.”
Fuck that. I only have to obey him at the club. I keep going until he stops and glares at me.
“Get back to the computer. I want you to look up the Hidden Oasis Consulting Group. See if you can get into any of their records. If my hunch is right, Owen is in serious fucking danger. Whatever you do, don’t tell Skylar what’s going on.”
I scowl, trying my best to squash the terror over the part where he said Owen is in danger. “Good thing I don’t fucking know what’s going on then, isn’t it?”
“You are so going to get it next time we’re at the club, little one. Go. Now. Do this to help Owen. All the information we need is right there, I can feel it.”
Helping Owen is all the incentive I need. I turn and jog back up the stairs and into the office. There’s something familiar about Hidden Oasis, but I’m not placing it.
Before I get back to work, I try to call Owen, but it goes straight to voicemail. Fuck.
I sit down and search the transaction records for Hidden Oasis Consulting Group. Three results show up right away. But as I dig, I find more. The company that paid the others, also paid Hidden Oasis. Then I find a payment to Donovan Bowden—another cousin of Luke’s who betrayed us a few months ago. Luke shot him for it.
What is going on? I have to find out why Hidden Oasis is so damn familiar.
I log into The Sandwich Shop system and pull up my own spreadsheets and accounting. Sure enough, there it is in our own fucking records. As I trace the transactions, I come to the sickening realization that the same people who paid the others who have come after us, also paid Bryce fucking Cameron. Hidden Oasis Consulting is who we pay anytime we pay Bryce for the work he does for us. No wonder Luke doesn’t want me to tell Skylar anything. She’s going to be sick if her brother is behind any of the recent problems we’ve been having.
It hits me that Bryce is with Owen right now. Did Bryce shoot Tobias? We haven’t been able to talk to him about it since he went straight into surgery when we got him to the hospital.
I try Owen’s cell one more time but get nothing. My gut says they aren’t at the club. I have to find him. Setting the phone down, I look around the office, trying to come up with a plan.
A memory of something Zara told me a few months ago comes back, and I unplug my laptop and stuff it in a backpack I find in the office closet, then race downstairs to the media room where I hear a rom com playing.
I poke my head in the door, and motion for Zara to come talk to me.
“Bellamy, what’s wrong? Luke ran out of here like a bat out of hell and left Jeanie and a bodyguard with us.”
“Come talk to me in the hall.”
She frowns but joins me and closes the door to the media room.
“What’s going on?”
“I have no idea. But do you still have the ability to track Luke’s phone?”
Her eyes go wide. “Honey no. I can’t let you do what I think you’re about to do.”
My eyes fill with tears, and I grip her shoulders. “Please, Zara. Owen could be in danger. I have to get to them. Now. My motorcycle was brought here, yeah?”
She closes her eyes. “I am going to get into so much trouble for this.” Her phone in hand, she taps the screen a few times and passes it to me.
It only takes a second to recognize that they’re at a warehouse that’s part of the club’s holdings.
“Just take the phone,” she says when I try to give it back to her. “I’m already in trouble anyway. Might as well make it count,” she says with a pained smile.
I want to laugh, but all I can think about is getting to Owen, and taking her phone saves me a trip back upstairs to get mine. In my haste, I left it on the desk.
I put the phone in my backpack and race outside to the garage to find my bike.
Thankfully, my helmet is sitting on a shelf in the garage. I fasten the strap under my chin, climb on, and start the engine. In no time, I’m racing down the 215, praying I get there before it’s too late.
Chapter thirty-four
Chapter 33
