Page 59 of Carver

Carver blinked as if waking up from a trance. “There's money missing?”

“Yeah. It's what I was just telling you. Small stuff. Nothing that would go noticed, but it's happening damn near every month.”

“How small are we talking?” Carver replied.

“A couple hundred at most. I think whoever is taking it is hopeful that we wouldn't notice given how much we bring in.”

Carver hummed, leaning back to stroke his jaw. It was true. The Angels brought in more than enough funds each month between the businesses and the investments they'd made. A couple of hundred dollars would not be something that would normally ring the alarm.

But with Carver having nothing else to focus on, and Slash trying to keep him distracted, it meant they were able to pick up on it.

“How far back does it go? Carver asked.

Slash shrugged. “I’m not sure. We've only looked at last quarter. I could get Trix to run the information through his system. It'd be quicker than me digging through our paper files.”

Carver nodded. “Yes, have him do that. I want an update as soon as possible. We also need to figure out who signed off on all these. Not everyone handles money. So this has to be someone who's been in the club for a while.”

Slash winced. “Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. It's gonna fucking suck if we have to do an internal investigation.”

Carver wanted to laugh at the terminology. It all felt so clean-cut. Like a fucking police force or some shit.

Having grown up in the Angels, he experienced their ruthlessness firsthand. He knew they used to be as far away fromthe right side of the law as possible. Now that they've shifted to mostly legitimate stuff, it was humorous to be reminded of their origins.

They had blood on their hands. Lots of it. And they'd have more too.

Carver would never pass up the chance to take out his frustration on someone. Part of him hoped that there would be a development soon. His need to fight was so strong, he couldn’t even risk going against Silver for fear of hurting him too bad.

It had been ten weeks since Gideon had slept in his bed.

Ten long weeks of missing his boy and watching him from afar.

Ten weeks of filling his time with anything and everything he could.

Ten weeks of longing.

He didn't want to rush Gideon. That wouldn't be fair to either of them.

Carver also recognized that he would give anything to speed up the process if it wouldn't affect them. But knowing that his boy wanted to get help and wanted to find a way to possibly be with Carver was all the motivation he needed to stick to the plan.

Slash stood to leave the office but was stopped when Slayer rushed through the door. His phone was in hand, and he slammed the door shut behind him.

“I’ve got him now. I want you to repeat what the fuck you just said to me.”

There was a high-pitched whine before a familiar voice echoed through his phone speaker. "You've got to calm down, Slay. I told you everything is under control. The only reason I called was because I knew if you found out later, you'd be pissed at me."

Slash moved around the desk and stepped into his twin's space. “Sapphire, is that you?”

The twins' sister snorted. "Who else would it be? Of course he went and got you. I'm not retelling the story. If I have to, I'll get pissy, and we know that that's not fun for anyone."

Carver leaned back in his chair and smiled for the first time in ages. Sapphire, Slash and Slayer's younger sister, was a handful of a woman. She rarely ever came around the club, but Carver had met her more than a few times when he'd gone with the guys to check up on her in person.

She liked to have her space, which meant she had her own apartment in downtown New Roughoak. And while the guys paid for it, she refused to let them dictate her life. She made more than enough money to pay for it herself. The twins would never allow it. They believed in taking care of family, both blood and not.

It's why the pair made such good Angels.

"Tell me what's going on," Slash demanded, his gaze on the phone instead of at his brother, who was supposed to be telling him whatever had happened.

Carver steepled his fingers as he watched and waited. He knew this was going to be something big.