Page 7 of Sapphire's Gem
Nun winked and bent over, showing me her French lace cut panties.
“Thank you for that image!” I glowered. One by one, the rest of the club filtered in.
Once everyone was present, I banged the gravel and turned to Fortune.
“Okay, before the finance update, we’ve got an issue. Wylde was here yesterday, issuing a warning to Storm. Someone from her past is hunting her and may have put a hit out on her,” I stated.
“What the fuck?” Dagger demanded sitting up straight.
“What info do we have?” her twin Blade asked.
“His name is Miles Fox. I broke his nose when I was a kid after the little asshole broke Soul’s arm. He’s the reason Soul and I ended up in care. Seems his life went down the shitter, and now he blames me for it.” Storm shrugged.
“And he’s taken a hit out on you? Asshole has the money for that?” Blade pressed.
“No idea. It’s been years since I even thought about him. Fox wasn’t on my radar. Cyber, would you mind, if you’ve got time…” Storm said, turning to Cyber.
“Already on it. Miles Fox is a worm and a blight on society. He was born in October, two thousand and was raised by rich parents who divorced in two thousand and eight. The mother was having an affair. Fox had a bitching childhood after that. His school friends learned that a girl had broken his nose, so he came in for a lot of taunting. He became a worse bully than before and hospitalised a much younger kid,” Cyber stated.
“Shit,” Storm murmured as guilt crossed her face.
“No fault of yours, girl. This kid was born rotten. From the age of ten, he’s been in and out of juvie. Theft, fighting, grand theft auto, assault and battery, the list goes on. Since he aged out, he’s served five prison sentences. Fox has lifer all over him. He’s alsobeen implicated in three deaths, but evidence to arrest him was lacking. He does have money; his dad died, and Fox inherited everything after his younger sister disappeared. She’s been gone ten years now. Fox is suspected of her death,” Cyber replied.
“Damn,” Storm muttered. “His own sister.”
“Yeah, looks that way. I haven't been able to find any links to a hitman. However, Fox did withdraw ten thousand from his bank two weeks ago, and I can’t find where it went. He has the funds and is basically a rich, spoiled fuckin’ brat. It might be worth just putting a bullet in his head to remove the threat to Storm,” Cyber finished.
“I’ll check the dark web. I’ve not seen anything for a hit on an MC member, but I’ll go back through it. Blade and I don’t look at jobs under twenty-five k,” Dagger said.
I nodded to her. Dagger and Blade were assassins. They knew where to get jobs.
“Chase this up. If he hired someone two weeks ago, they’ve had a jump start on us. For all we know, Storm is under surveillance.”
Storm frowned but couldn’t deny it.
“Finance reports. Let’s get this month’s done,” I said, pulling the charts out of a folder in front of me. I turned around and hit a small black box. A signal jammer, just in case.
Fortune was obsessed with spreadsheets. She provided financial documents at every monthly meeting and ensured we all had copies in advance so we could study them beforehand. They ran a month behind, so Fortune had time to chase any debts.
“Okay, legal businesses. The men’s strip club is keeping its steady income; last month’s increase was due to Tinkerbell’s theme night, but the money is still good. The male strippers are fully booked. It’s coming into wedding season, so there’s no room.”
“Do we need more, Tinkerbell?” I asked, as she also ran this.
“No, we’re good as it is,” Tinkerbell replied.
“The tattoo shop continues to be booked six months in advance, thanks to Lantern and her mad skills.” Fortune nodded at the sister who ran it. Lantern dipped her head in acknowledgement.
“The women’s club has had an influx of memberships, which Cyber is running before sending acceptances. This will increase revenue there, although it’s firmly in the black right now and making money hand over fist.”
I turned to Sailor. “Anyone dodgy?”
“Two. One was a cop, and we’ve refused her. They’ve been loitering around several of the legitimate businesses. We don’t need someone like that. The second was a society wife whose husband is in shit up to his neck. She’s well on her way to bankrupting him,” Sailor responded.
“Name?”
“Kevin Stands,” Sailor replied.
I whistled. Mr Money Bags, as he was known. Interesting.
