ndy

ing heavy and powerful in my hand. This is my chance. My chance t

m, but I see the opportunity. If I can run these businesses, make them pr

he main ledger. It's thick and worn. I feel a thri

o shop. They seem busy enough. Money should be flowing in. But the staff are evasive. The bar

open the ledger to the most r

mns for expenses are staggering. Rent for the

sses are running at a signifi

hs. Same story. A year. The same. The club'

y neck. How is this possible? The club i

I log into the club's main business account onl

. I feel the color

four thousand, seven hu

ver next week's pa

ash. Bikers always have cash. I frantically search the office, pulling o

a detail I'd overlooked. There's a recurring monthly

only thing that has been keeping the a

or years. The amount varies, but it's always ju

It's not a bank. It sounds

desk, ones Chloe must have overlooked in her haste. The let

umo

s last

from my lungs. I stumble back into the chair, the heavy l

's money has been supporting the club. The Iron Legion's legitimate business

the last one. It was the day before Jasp

ntrum. She handed me the keys to a sinking

ze. She gave me a bomb.

That quiet, elegant woman is more r

to Jasper. Admitting this would be admitting defeat

not let her win. I have to find a new way for t