Page 9 of Sapphire's Gem
The twin sister enforcers nodded.
“We’ve got a high-profile job, a real piece of shit, we fly out at the end of the week,” Dagger said.
“Paid?”
“Yup, money’s waiting to be cleared,” Blade replied, nodding at Fortune. I didn’t press for a further answer. They were the best and highly in demand, which meant they could be picky about their jobs. They never told us who their targets were or where they were heading. Just moved the money over and did their job. They tended to do one or two jobs a month, no more or less.
“How’s the protection game?” I asked Poker.
“On the up. There’s been a spate of thefts lately, a gang’s attacking targets. I’ve dealt with the little gang members who attacked those under our protection, but the others I’ve left hanging. They don’t pay, I don’t play,” Poker replied.
“Fair do.”
“Stitch, do you have any surgeries planned?” I asked as our psychic healer caught my eye.
“Four this month, and I had six last month. They brought in just under one mill,” she said calmly. I nodded and offered a low whistle.
Stitch charged based on the client’s accounts, which meant she had some middle-range clients.
“Maid had eight cleaning jobs for the underworld last month and ten recommended by Portsmouth Police Department,” Fortune said, and I turned to Maid in surprise.
“Ten?”
“A lot of pissed off women last month. Three wives stabbed their husbands for cheating, and one shot hers. There were two other shootings I attended, and two very nasty decomposing bodies that neighbours hadn’t checked on. There was also the beating of that couple during a house invasion.” Maid shook her head.
“The husband didn’t make it?” I asked.
“He did, but he’s in a coma, Cyber’s looking into it,” Maid replied. I didn’t know how she did her job, but I admired her for it. She had the ability to erase DNA and biological material. It made her invaluable for underground clean-ups, but she also ran a legitimate business working with the PPD.
“Fortune? The investments?” I inquired.
“I’ll pull some; they’re about to crash, but the rest are fine. Those I’ve cashed in are in the finance folder. We’re sitting pretty. I’ve rejected a couple of money laundering requests; I won’t work with scum like the Gerrits.”
I nodded. The Gerrits were trailer trash of the worst kind and had their paws into everything. They’d tried crossing us several times but soon learned their place. I wasn’t messing around with those assholes. They could stay out of our way or become fish food. I didn’t care either way. Our monthly finance meeting ended, and we got up and left.
I watched my sisters, an uneasy feeling settling over me. Something was coming, something big, and I didn’t think it was all down to Storm having a hitman after her.
Hayden Wylde
“How did it go?” Captain Hatton asked as I slammed down in front of my desk.
“As well as you could expect,” I replied grumpily.
“They blew you off?”
“And then some.” Those fuckin’ women. Far too independent to take the offer of help. I knew exactly how it would go. If Fox or a hitman turned up after Storm, he’d mysteriously disappear like several others had.
“Anything look out of place?”
“No. The clubhouse and women looked the same,” I said with a frown, thinking of the whip. That had certainly been intriguing. Sapphire had looked amused when she’d caught me looking at it. Had it been hers? Did she like being whipped, or did she like doing the whipping? My cock reacted, and I was glad I was behind my desk.
“The new girl got refused for the women’s club they run,” Hatton said with a grimace.
“It’s almost as if they know,” I agreed, thinking of how many undercover officers we’d tried getting in the Royal Harlots MC. The failure rate was one hundred per cent.
“Bet you couldn’t drop a bug either.” Hatton didn’t look hopeful.
“Nope. The guy behind the bar watched me constantly, and Sapphire was out within a minute of my arriving. I don’t even know how she knew I was there,” I complained.
