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We say our goodbyes and get up. My stomach rumbles at the smell of all the food, but first, I needed to re-secure this money.
Heading toward Reaper’s office, I knock.
“Come in,” his deep voice calls out.
Chapter 41
Reaper
Iamfuckingfumingas I head back upstairs toward our room. Stepping inside, I immediately go to my bed, ripping off the blankets and sheets. My lip curls as I get a whiff of Star’s perfume. I never could stand the smell of her perfume—something citrusy and extremely strong. It always made me want to sneeze.
Devil steps into my room and tosses me a garbage bag while he opens another one. I shove everything in them, even the pillows. As much as I want to toss the mattress, it’s still a good mattress, so I won’t. However, it won’t be staying in here. There’s no way I’d make Lark sleep on it. Mama Astrid texted me that she’ll clean it for me and then we can put it in storage for when another brother needs it. Devil grabs the bags and I toss the bags out into the hall.
“I propose we get new locks just in case there’s more copies that we don’t know about,” Devil grits out.
“Agreed, but not just the ones that she made copies of. We’ll redo everyone’s just to be on the safe side.”
Turning around, I scrub my hands over my face. Fuck. That fucking bitch could have fucking messed everything up for me with Lark. Thank fuck Lark didn’t just run out of the room when she saw Star on my bed.
“She’s not leaving, Tony.”
I look over at him. He’s sitting on the corner of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches me.
“Your woman’s not leaving, and she did a fucking fantastic job just now.” He pauses, the corner of his lips twitching. “Fucking loved her dragging Star down the stairs.” He looks over at the garbage bags and his eyes go distant. “She had every right to demand blood, but she gave her a second chance. I just hope Star realizes how fucking close she came to dying today and doesn’t fuck it up.”
So do I.
While I know Lark is capable of darkness, it isn’t her go to. And that’s something I definitely love about her.
Devil gets up and clasps my shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get this shit out of here, spar, and then head down to the office. We need to let the others know about Star,” he pauses as he smirks at me. “And you need to order a new bed.”
My muscles ache but it’s a good ache. I spared with Devil and a few other of the guys in our gym downstairs before I hit the punching bags. My rage has definitely cooled, but it’s still there.
Shaking my head, I refocus and reread the email I’m sending out to the other Steel Archangel’s Presidents. After verifying that the correct documents are attached, I hit send. I made sure to include all the video footage Python got for me as well as a few still images of Star so they can better see what she looks like. I’ve already called Thor and let him know what happened, and he fully backs our decisions.
As my gaze lowers to my bottom desk drawer, my gut twists. I’ve already gone through my office and I don’t think Star took anything else, but I’ve been dreading finding out exactly how much that bitch actually stole.
Pulling out my keys, I get the folder out and then pull up the spreadsheet that we use to track who donates what money or check-wise and what all we get donated from the bins scattered around town in various stores.
I skim through the document until I get to the amount we should have in cash. Periodically, we deposit the money into an account that we set up specifically for our donation drives. Unfortunately, we only do that a couple of times a month.
Something that will be changing going forward.
I had thought that no one would be stupid enough to break into my office. If someone was that stupid, that’s part of why I have different keys for my desk, file cabinets, and the closet storage. I’m not making that mistake again. Maybe I need to get a safe installed.
Emptying the contents of the folder, I gather all the cash and start counting. As I do, my stomach drops more as I get to the end of the cash pile.
Fuck.
Three thousand dollars is missing.
My mind goes back to the video and I know she didn’t take that much last night. The roll of bills just seemed too small for that amount—even if it was all one hundred dollar bills.
Someone knocks on my door and I sigh, putting everything back into the folder before closing out of the spreadsheet.
“Come in.”
My shoulders relax as Lark comes in and shuts the door behind her.
