Page 40 of Property of Prowler
Wolf snarled.
Fine.
“Anyway, I saw the bruise on her face when she took off her ridiculously oversized sunglasses.”
So he hit her, but she’s not scared. Something is up.
“I don’t give a shit. She’s giving me my daughter, so fear or not, I’m getting that done ASAP.”
Hitting his comm button, he called his lawyer, effectively silencing Wolf.
Pulling into the public parking at Royal Arms, Prowler powered off his bike but kept his helmet on to finish the conversation with Langly.
“I’ll bring the papers at first light, and you’ll be set. I’ll file a copy with the courts, but they take the time they take for child support. Could be a month, could be six or more.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass if the payments cease or not, so long as Cassidy is legally mine full time.”
“Of course. You pay me enough to work all night if needed.”
Langly wasn’t wrong.
After ending the call, Prowler strode into the hotel they owned, purposefully entering through the legit building first. It was calm as expected. The guests and staff didn’t have a clue of the chaos going on just a stone’s throw away.
Walking out the back of the hotel, through the courtyard, he came to King’s Ransom.
King’s Ransom was a club-owned bar with video poker that basically divided the property. Situated directly in front of the private area of the hotel, they familiarly called it the King’s Wing.
That building appeared to be old hotel rooms converted to long-term apartments. The brothel was within it, as was their underground casino.
A few of the guys lived in the apartments at the far end. Other rooms served other purposes as needed.
You could only access King’s Wing through the back gate, requiring a code, or through an underground tunnel connected to King’s Ransom. Since Prowler wanted to check the state of the hotel guests, he opted for the latter.
Giving Creedence a nod as he strode past the bar, he headed toward the back room and the entrance to the tunnel. Once out of the tunnel, he made a beeline to Darcy’s room. Monster was waiting by the door.
“Prez.”
“Darcy?”
“Doc just left. Nothing life-threatening, but she’ll only talk to you. Doc gave her something for the pain.”
“Who was working security?” Prowler’s first order of business was to handle the failure in-house before worrying about outside. He already knew the bastard who did this was in the wind.
“The same company we’ve used for two years when a club member can’t be here. Never had a problem until now.”
Monster nodded down the hall, and they started walking.
The club was meticulous about security, especially where their less-than-legal businesses were concerned. The company he was referring to wasn’t one you could find in the yellow pages. They were underground and paid to be blind to anything not concerning security. They actually contacted Hector through Hunter’s cellmate in prison. He was one of Hector’s men.
“What did Hector say?”
“He said your call to handle as you see fit. But if he leaves here alive, he won’t be for long.”
Hector one hundred percent backed the guys he sent to Prowler, but if they fucked up, he washed his hands. Prowler knew he had gang members running security and other odd jobs for him, but they were usually loyal.
“He offered compensation since the failure was his.”
Prowler knew that would be Hector’s stance, but he wanted to make sure before he did something permanent.
