uely

damn doo

ds vibrating through the deadbolt. Muffled through the metal, Hil

s just jealous because she kno

afe built into the concrete wall of the private storage room, pressed

state board, along with a stack of bank transfer receipts three inches thi

thmic panting filtered through the ventilation slit. The rustle of leath

he blast door, unlocked the deadbolt

open with a

traightened his leather cut. Hillary flushed red, hastily pulling up the sli

ase-stained table. The papers fanned out across the steel surfa

or for your rutting," I said coldly, "

r's shoulder, while Jamir'

ing my private acc

private life," I said, stepping

untarily onto the top sheet. His eyes

ificate lying beside the ledgers w

rating debt, parts inventory, and club run supplies were funded

een nothing more than a dependent woman clinging to Jamir for shelter. She

," Jamir stammered, his bravado cracking. "Br

a blade. "The severance is done. That means the three point six million

, the air knocked out of his lungs. He knew the shop's

red finger at my face. "Jamir nearly died on the border run to keep this

ore she could fi

cross her cheek i

dge of the tool rack with a sharp cry, crashing to the f

inging wrist and

don't speak when the l

arms around the sobbing woman, his eyes

rch meeting tonight. I'll have the elders strip your

patch brothers read through these invoices. Let them see how the future president of Reil

, mismanaging brother funds was a viola

his voice suddenly

urn the house down over this.

installment isn't in my account in seventy-two hour

echoed from the

e bay. He completely ignored Jamir and Hillary on the floor, s

requests your presence at t

w-Club Mother, a woman with i

floor, a spark of hope reigniting in their eyes. Jam

p and cast me a venomous, triumphan

to my leather boot, pulled my jac

nt at Arms. "I have a balance to